The old man remained in a ready position, even though he already knew that fighting Arzlan wouldn't be possible.
Whoosh!
Arzlan's whole body was filled with an energy of anger, he came towards the old man. Swinging in high speed his sword.
Things!
Still he wanted to try to block Arzlan's attack, and the result of that was a body that was thrown quite far.
"Ugh…!" Wanting to return the old man stood up, and took his sword which had slipped from his hand.
Shiiing….
However, he wouldn't be able to do that. There was already Arzlan's sword in front of the man's face, the sword was drawn sharply in front of him.
Slowly he turned to Arzlan with a smirk.
The response that Arzlan gave was in the form of slightly narrowed eyes.
"How? Do you want to continue this fight?" asked Arzlan in a firm tone.
"Huh… well, I admit defeat!" The old man immediately stood up slightly straightening his clothes.
Arzlan put his sword back into the sheath at his waist.
