Gathering energy in both legs, he pushed off the ground and slid to the right, his dark straight blade leaving an afterimage in many people's retinas. The stabbing force, morphed into a horizontal slash in the midst of startled cries, turned the long sword into a black light screen chasing the white armor.
Impressively wielding an excessively long sword single-handedly was already awe-inspiring, but to forcefully transition from a stab to a slash displayed power beyond conventional techniques; a borderline violation, so to speak.
Defensive maneuvers would not be difficult given Rinaldo's current stance. Durandal, the Holy Sword he wielded, was sturdy enough to block all forms of attacks. Conversely, a weapon striking the Holy Sword, which was made of an alloy of silver and [other materials], risked being shattered by its own weight.
