That was easier said than done, especially in a field of eleven fighters… the burly man he'd just kicked into the wall had been carried out by healers, leaving only eleven combatants standing.
All of them were staring each other down like hawks… weighing threats and looking for opportunities, even without the other fighters complicating things, cutting down Zephyr was crazy talk.
Klaus knew this and he wasn't delusional about his abilities.
As much experience as he had with the twelve basic sword forms, if Zephyr started using even one technique from Royal Swordsmanship… the advanced style reserved for nobility and masters then there was a genuine chance Klaus would lose but Klaus took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment, centering himself.
'You're being promised hefty wealth and a resource dungeon,' Klaus reminded himself. 'Don't chicken out now.'
He opened his eyes and the next instant, the whole dynamic of the battlefield shifted.
