Leron is a skilled fencer. Sangfroid is skilled with his bow and arrow. And yet....
When it comes to drawing the lance, his was bigger and more oppressive. Leron was immediately hit by the sheer size and force of it against his own sword, and they clang on each other under the water first meeting.
"Gah.....!"
"Your Highness?"
"Nothing, I just ..... I did not expect it to be this hard already..."
This caused Sangfroid to falter, and let go of his hold. "Oh, I'm sorry—"
Leron held it for him. "Don't be. Never say sorry for things like this, just enjoy it, hm?"
Upon touching his sword, the enemy had gone weak and collapsed on the crevice of his neck.
"Ah! Your Highness!"
This is not even a fight! He had succumbed when it hasn't even started yet!
Because of this, it is Leron's fingers that held the two together, as Sangfroid held on to his shoulders for support like a child. The Beast mumbled in distaste:
