Arthur emptied the magazine and discarded the gun before raising his sword to counter Owen who had closed the distance.
A different rune flashed at the back of Owen's palm as his body became one with the wind.
"?!"
'Withdraw, and I might get fucked'
Sensing this, Arthur quickly stepped forward instead. The next moment, a fierce blow rocked his right arm, raised to defend himself. The two swords clashed at eye height, sending sparks everywhere.
'He's so fast and strong!'
"Oh…!"
The pressure from the sword pushed him back. A mere second after the first blow, his wrist screamed; it could take no more.
That was when Arthur knew—he didn't have time to dance around and observe. Owen was a superior stage grandmaster, he had the strength to match it
"Mm?!"
