Garm's eyes went wide with surprise, and I could guess why.
When we first met, the Great General and I had a duel where I was supposed to stop his attack in order to win. I managed it, although it was a struggle that nearly caused me to pass out. Now, months afterward, stopping his greatsword's downward slash seemed almost easy, at least that's what he thought.
Imagine having to precisely attack a small part of a weapon in order to unbalance its momentum. That wasn't an easy feat at all, and it would have been impossible without Fool's Insight.
Garm didn't know that though, and I was content with him thinking even for a moment that I was his match. Seeding doubt in an opponent's mind, after all, is a principle of warfare.
"So, you've gotten better at fighting, boy," he spat in my face.
"Or maybe you just got lamer," I fired back at him.
