Perseus advanced again towards Dean, brandishing his sword. The latter didn't even flinch unnecessarily, his body was completely static. He didn't want to be hasty and end up getting caught by the attack. Dean's eyes followed Harpe's figure carefully and precisely. He waited for the right time to start moving.
Harpe passed horizontally in front of his face. Dean just needed to dodge his slash by a few millimeters, waving his body slightly backward. He nearly got scratched on the nose in the process, but what mattered was that he didn't get slashed.
In the next moment, he shifted his weight forward again, not giving any time for his rival to attack him another time. His fist, as fast as an arrow, pierced the air and struck the bishop on his face. The latter was not expecting to get hit by a punch when Dean had a sword in his hands. Perseus forgot something: now that Dean was at the disadvantage, he was going to use different tricks to attack his opponent.
