Thinking back to the game, Alex vaguely recalled a defensive stance Oda Nobunaga sometimes used. It was a long shot, but it was all he had. With a deep breath, he shifted his weight and his grip on the meteor sword, attempting to mimic the defensive posture.
Oda Nobunaga, sensing the shift in Alex's stance, paused for a split second, a flicker of surprise crossing his features.
Then, with a guttural roar, he unleashed a flurry of even faster strikes.
Shing shing shing! The arena became a blur of silver as Oda's katana danced a deadly ballet.
But this time, something was different. Alex, his muscles burning with exhaustion, managed to deflect most of the blows.
In the crowds start to cheering and boo.
"You better die Oda!"
"Go Kill him!"
Ting! The clang of metal was replaced as his meteor sword met Oda's katana at angles that absorbed the impact. He wasn't winning, not yet, but he was surviving.
