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Just standing on the same point, their swords drew arcs from different angles and every time they clashed there was a resounding clang that tore the atmosphere. It was not even an intense fight it looked like a mere greeting as both of them were standing at one point.
"I have never heard of you. How can a man of your caliber be in Therut." Hallan Lamar retracted his hand as the shook from the impact of Raith's sword.
Having gotten the hang of Bal's attack power dispensation, Raith released a tremendous amount of it every time he swung his sword toward Hallan Lamar. It was a sudden gravitational release making the sword heavier than it normally is.
Raith's hand shook from having to consistently manage a weight like that without showing that he was going through any difficulty swinging his sword.
"Man of my caliber? What do you mean by that?"
