The moment the thorny barrier dropped, Clyde sprang forward without hesitation.
All of the rage and vengeance he had stored up against Tristan over time fueled his attacks.
His sword sliced through the air with deadly precision as he closed the distance between them, ready to end this fight.
But as soon as their blades clashed, Clyde noticed something unsettling—Tristan wasn't fighting back with the same intensity.
He was holding back, almost purely defensive. Each of Clyde's furious strikes was met with a block or a sidestep.
Tristan's sword only moved to parry, never to strike. His movements were measured, careful, as if he were buying time rather than fighting for his life.
The fierceness of the battle, however, could not be denied.
Clyde's relentless assault nearly drove Tristan to the very edge of danger multiple times.
