"I'll leave the first move to you."
Hearing Maxime's words, Killian didn't hesitate and attacked directly.
The silence broke as he charged, his sword coming down with a metallic hiss. The young mercenary deftly dodged, taking a quick step back, letting his opponent's blade strike the ground with force.
The impact echoed across the field, raising a spray of earth.
The mercenary took advantage of the opening and countered with a swift attack aimed at the apprentice knight's flanks. His blade met the steel of the armor with a thud, but without piercing the thick protection.
"What strength!" murmured Killian with surprise and dread as he felt the pain in his body from the shock absorbed.
Maxime was not only agile, the power that accompanied his sword was impressive.
Whether mercenary or soldier, everyone began to stop looking at the duel as a game they thought they'd easily win.
