Facing Samuel Smith's dagger, Hank Clegg had already snatched Lucas Douglas's documents from the shelf.
Swiftly he rolled, narrowly evading Samuel Smith's blade.
While the interlayer of the ceiling was spacious, its height was low. Given his tall stature, Hank Clegg could only crouch. Yet Samuel Smith had some advantages.
He was only as tall as a thigh, and the height of the interlayer was enough to accommodate his stature.
Under his thigh, he surprisingly had cushioning with thick leather pads, allowing for rapid and agile movement.
"God is truly fair." Samuel Smith attacked Hank Clegg while laughing hysterically, "Knowing that I am so much shorter than you, he granted me a battlefield that suits me."
Several times, his blade threatened to strike Hank Clegg.
Hank Clegg was indeed confined. Samuel Smith's skills were not much worse than his, and the restrictive area here had him at a disadvantage.
