Northern dashed at the officer, hurling his sword from below in a brutal arc across his torso.
But Oland was sharper-witted than he seemed, quickly raising his blade with a hastened backward step. Not only did he manage to block Northern's attack, but he also reduced the impact of its force on his entire form.
However, that was just the best of what he could get from this battle. Northern's movement became even more impossibly fast, throwing his hand almost from every angle.
His sword was fast, blurring and bleeding into a succession of strikes with an irregular and ugly pattern.
Oland tried his best. Despite being equipped with a second-choice hand, he was still able to at least stop the strike from severing a major part of his body again.
However, shallow lines of blood flashed on his skin as sparks of both swords flew.
