Rush forward, greet his smirk with a strike!
Blow for blow, the two leaders strived to overpower the other.
But after just a short surge of strikes, their exchanges gradually weakened.
'There are many things I hate...'
An Old man trapped inside the body of a young man grumbled to himself.
His movements are turning sluggish at every swing of his sword.
*TANG! CLINK! CLACK! SWISH!*
As his mind gets clouded with his thoughts, a silent whip of a sweeping slash came to punish him, trying to take his life.
*SIZZZLEEESSS!*
The striking sword came only to be parried by an excellent slight sway of a hand.
Miguel, although muddle-headed managed to defend himself from that strike that almost cost his life.
'Well, what could I do? Even if I wanted to change what I hate, I can't even save myself.'
