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"HAAAA!"
/SLASH!/
/BLOCK!/
Despite the awkward angle, Testros swiftly repositioned his sword as he adjusted his posture, blocking Caladbolg as it came crashing down onto his chest.
If he wanted to, Testros could've landed a blow on Dale's neck right at this moment, but despite what he had said before, as he saw the boy swing his sword at him, he felt a tug at the back of his mind and... Stopped.
There was no need to be so vicious… So, he was sent flying away for his carelessness.
/SHUAA!/
If there was one thing Testros had to admit, regardless of everything he experienced…
'This kid is really strong. What did that old woman do to him to make him like this?...' He thought as he flew in the air
The difference in mass between the two was immense, and even if he were to disperse the strike to the environment, Dale was more than capable enough to uplift everything at once.
