The strong wind blowing behind me reduced my speed. I had to do somersaults in the air, supported by the same wind, to regain my balance, and when I tried to slow myself down by pressing my sword and my feet hard against the ground, I was close to leaving the arena. Yet, somehow, I was still standing.
I turned my eyes to my opponent, General Darbal. There was a reason I did not avoid his attack. And the reason was... my curiosity.
If I use everything I have, except the caora, can I resist his attack?
With this question running through my mind, I did not dodge the sword, I blocked it with my own sword and mana.
The result... as it turned out, was not encouraging.
Didn't this man say he would bring himself down to my level? Am I misremembering? Then why did I literally... fly?
