Andrei suddenly leaped forward, swinging his sword down.
"Clang—"
Metal clashed, producing a crisp sound.
Count Trischka held his sword horizontally to block, his arm trembling slightly. He said heavily, "As the beloved son of a Duke, how can you betray him!"
"Even if you want to reform the North, you can't do it this way!"
Andrei forcefully pushed away his opponent's sword and swiftly closed in to stab, moving with the agility of a gust of wind.
"Trischka..."
He once again sliced through the opponent's sword with a "snap" and raised his own sword high.
"Can't you see?"
"The North is rotten to the core! It's beyond saving!"
Andrei shouted loudly.
Sounds of swords clashing resounded continuously, as Andrei's sword slashed against Trischka's armor like a storm, leaving the latter covered in alarming wounds.
"Even so, it shouldn't be done this way!"
Trischka gritted his teeth, barely fending off Andrei's fierce assault, unable to help but retort.
