He mindlessly swung his sword, but Hoffman seamlessly evaded almost every single swing that came his way.
He was almost like water, constantly flowing with no shape. No form.
Every now and again, he'd give the sword a light tap that would completely shift its line of trajectory so that he would never get hit by it.
Knight, now full of rage, swung his sword upward and toward Hoffman's left shoulder. He roared with this slash to try and deliver the most forceful slice possible.
However, Hoffman caught the sword by the blade and seemed unbothered about the cut that he received from this.
His sword stopped in place once again, but then Hoffman shoved it to the side.
With a quick jerk of his right arm, the sword was shot so far that it almost hit the ground. Subsequently, he used incredible precision but also amazing power to land a punch to Knight's chest.
BAM! CRACK!
