He felt his sword was stopped in an instant and thus, he moved his vision to it and saw the bloody left hand of Mazin, gripping his sword while slightly trembling, "You... Are pretty good,"
Mazin gritted his teeth as hard as he could while Frigs put more and more force and pressure on his sword. Before long, the end of the sword was touching Mazin's abs and very slowly created a cut that became deeper and deeper.
Upon seeing this, a wide smirk appeared on Frigs face, but it disappeared not long after that when he saw, on the corner of his vision, the spear in Mazin's hand moving. He pulled his sword out. Though it was hard at first, he prevailed.
Then stretched his body backwards, barely avoiding the spear that passed right in front of his eyes. When he straightened his body, he noticed that Mazin and his horse were not beside him anymore. He looked behind and saw the man swinging his spear continuously, defeating many of the horsemen under Frigs.
