Hugh held the supposed sharp blade in his hands. He used his armor on his palm to make it much more sturdier than it already was.
The chosen flinched as he saw his sword get gripped by Hugh. He thought that he would only face against measly little soldiers in this little assignment, but it seemed that there were people capable like Hugh.
There was no one in their records about someone being able to do this. As far as they knew, there was no platoon leader who could catch a blade with his hand.
There was certainly no one who could have posed a threat against their plans. This was only supposed to be a routine fight against some normal soldiers.
Now, they realize that they had to fight against two capable people. Hugh was hard enough to deal with, but there was also someone with him that posed a deeper threat.
