It seemed the Imperial Knights' commander had joined the scheme to rack up military merit, but in the end, he'd walked right into a death trap. The Lightning Knight was worth capturing alive, but this one I had no use for.
"Even if I have to go down, I'm taking you with me!"
"Did you learn swordsmanship with your mouth? Come at me!"
The commander charged in wildly. His blade traced arcs like a crescent moon, flashing erratically in the forest that was slowly being swallowed by darkness. I defended calmly while counterattacking simultaneously.
After binding blades, we exchanged spinning winding counterattacks targeting each other's weak points, and when we closed the distance, we braced against each other's strength while using wrestling techniques to attack the legs.
Clang! Clang-clang!
The commander swung his longsword with abandon, but I focused on thrusting techniques. And gradually, I retreated. It was a subtle lure. The commander, oblivious, pressed forward.
