As my falchion clashed violently against the Dawn Breaker's greatsword, I realized that the hesitation I usually felt when facing off against strong opponents had vanished.
Gone was that troubling feeling of the rookie going one-on-one with the veteran. Gone was the nervous shaking of my hands or the second-guessing of my chosen course of action. Although I doubt the guilt of taking a life would ever leave me which was fine in retrospect. I needed it to remind me that I was still human.
The Dawn Breaker swung his greatsword at me, and it had such a heavy-looking shadowblade that it actually seemed like he was telegraphing his attacks, making it easy for me to dodge to the left.
As my left foot touched soft sand my sword arm swung down, bringing my falchion crashing onto the Dawn Breaker's helmet.
His greatsword came up and he blocked my slash with the flat of the shadowblade which was wide enough to double as a shield.
