“Come at me!”
Clang, clang, clang. Sword and spear met again and again. Benzens was rough and powerful.
No matter how much stronger one was than an ordinary person, his opponent was also a trained soldier. It was difficult to overwhelm him with pure strength using only one hand.
‘Then, how?’
He thought as he fought, and he acted.
Deflect.
He deflected the heavy blows and thrust into the openings. A line connecting one point to another. He found the optimal path, thrust his sword, and retreated as he watched the reaction.
His feet moved busily. Then, when he saw an opening, he would bring his sword down heavily from above, embodying the essence of the Northern Heavy Sword technique.
Kaga-gak!
Benzens, who had blocked the blow with the shaft of his spear, attempted a leg trip. This was a fight Enkrid was more familiar with. Had he not fought countless times with Finn of the Eil Karaz combat style?
On top of that, he had learned Balaph-style combat and become accustomed to its grappling techniques, known as bed combat. With a thwack, he kicked Benzens' foot away and, seizing the opening, struck the spearhead with all his might.
Clang!
For a moment, the spearhead was knocked aside. In that gap, he forced his sword against Benzens' neck. He thought he heard something snap in the muscles of his left forearm.