The young Dwarf lay on the ground, still retching uncontrollably, temporarily incapacitated, but at least not in mortal danger. Lancelot, seeing this, also let out a sigh of relief and focused on dealing with the troublesome enemy before him.
He had gradually adapted to the opponent's erratic attack pattern and had started to grasp some of its rules. Lancelot was sure that the enemy in front of him, despite possessing the body of a Dark Guardian, had little to do with Enrique anymore. Although the opponent had a flexible and strong tentacle arm, they always swung their Great Sword along the shortest path, with the greatest strength. If it were that skillful soul controlling the body, they would never make such brute-like attacks.
Moreover, once the pattern of attack was understood by someone, it was not far from the end of their downfall.
