"That's more like it, don't try to struggle… accept your fate, and die like a rat you are," Jeffrey whispered in Leon's ear.
He stood back up, straightened his back. His grip on the sword tightened slightly, as his expression twisted into something wicked.
His guard had finally dropped as he was about to shoot his sword towards Leon, trying to cut him in one straight vertical cut.
A smirk twisted Leon's lips, quickly summoned his shadow sword in both hands.
Swung it towards Jeffrey's head, aiming to behead him in a single go.
Jeffrey's eyes widened as he jumped backward, trying to dodge the swing. But before he could dodge cleanly, the blade had already taken one of his eyes.
"You fucking rat!!" Jeffrey shouted.
"How did you figure out when I can get hurt? How did you figure out that I take damage only when I'm in an offensive state?!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.
He tried to raise his sword again, but noticed something unusual.
His left arm felt a little too light.
