Aito and the Khan's difference in speed weren't glaring but still present.
A few more injuries and slashing marks progressively appeared on his body and armor.
He had no time to think. Every four or five strikes, the Khan would land a hit on him. At first, he thought it was by pure luck. But it happened time and time again.
'Was it playing with me since the beginning?' Aito thought, slightly pissed.
Thanks to the gods playing their own games in the shadow, he has developed an aversion to being controlled or anything related to control over him.
He felt like the Khan was a cat toying with a mouse. A big tasty mouse in his case. But it was time for the mouse to use his anti-cat weapon.
Suddenly, amidst the flurry of blows, Aito switched to his ainium hammer.
Looking at it in slow motion, his blunt weapon impacted the Khan's ax edge that was coated with two different energies.
