The sword that Carl pulled out with force was caught in the scabbard and pulled out in a straight line. The moment the sword's tip was caught on the edge of the scabbard and then pulled out, the sword spun around Carl's hand and swung around at high speed.
Shhh!
The sword that rose from the lower left to the upper right scratched the arm holding the axe, and in an instant, it swept away the mercenary's exposed eyes that were not covered by his small shield.
Clank!
Carl's body suddenly turned around as he swung both swords to the right, but stopped abruptly as he touched the ground with his right foot. The ground shattered, debris flew, and the steely roar of armor pierced the air.
When the red cloak spread open and blocked his vision, Carl was already looking at the bridge in front of him, his left hand gripping the sword in his right hand.
'Ah...'
