The tense standoff and shifting movements continued for a good dozen breaths. Xitlalama kept catching glimpses of Toltec with his peripheral vision, and then his expression tensed as he realized the opponent's agility surpassed his own. He halted his hesitation, let out a ferocious yell, and suddenly lunged forward. His left arm swung the massive shield outward, disrupting his adversary's line of sight, while his right arm drew slightly back, his gaze locked onto the side of the opponent's waist—it was a swift, chopping strike!
In this life-and-death moment, Toltec's eyes lit up. He sidestepped, darting diagonally forward two steps, pressing against the opponent's left shield arm and avoiding the right hand's chop. Following that, Black Wolf's left shield pushed forward, disrupting the turn attempt of his opponent, as his right hand swung upward from a lower angle.
"A hit to the head!!"
