"Ugh, what is this sorcery?" The White Inquisitor suddenly felt weak and light-headed.
The sword and shield in his hands suddenly felt heavy as lead.
"Humanoid Imperfecta—a curse I was born with." Ambrose moved the sword to a swinging stance. "Of course a person who had been healthy all their life wouldn't understand."
"Ngh, this doesn't stop me from delivering justice!" He let out a deafening roar and lunged forward, the sword dragging behind him.
The arm swelled as if it were about to explode as he swung the sword upward towards the sky.
"Basic Parry!" Ambrose blocked the sword but soon noticed that he was losing in the battle of strength. Therefore, he couldn't parry the sword.
Even with the curse, the White Inquisitor managed to push Ambrose backwards.
Ambrose stumbled backward with a stunned expression.
