Tatehan held it firmly in his hands, an insane rush of adrenaline blinding his vision—partially though, as he could see but could hardly think.
The sword was heavy, but at that point, it seemed like he had gained extra strength.
He felt like a lunatic because this was a very big risk he was taking. If he missed, he was done.
The place was windless, and so there was nothing dramatic to sway his hair backwards or make him look cool. This was just a madman doing something insane.
The knight bruteneck that had been trying to breathe and recover from the critical condition it was in was suddenly alarmed by Tatehan's footsteps.
It tried to move, but Tatehan had already reached it…
By the arm!
"Shit!"
That wasn't his plan. Before running, his aim had been to target the back of the monster's neck before it turned. And now that he had missed? He was seriously alarmed.
