Trying to regain control, Sean shifted his stance and launched a flurry of attacks. His sword moved with power, but Arthur dodged and deflected each strike with an economy of movement that left Sean increasingly frustrated.
A minute passed, and the tables had turned. Sean, who had started the match aggressively, found himself forced onto the defensive. Arthur's continuous and calculated strikes allowed him no room to counterattack.
'Was he just testing me earlier?' Sean thought, irritation bubbling up as Arthur's relentless pressure pushed him back.
Unable to take the mounting humiliation, Sean decided to end the exchange decisively. Letting out a low growl, he unleashed a powerful horizontal strike, immediately following it with a downward vertical slash, pouring all his strength into the attack.
"Damn it," Arthur muttered under his breath, recognizing the sudden shift in pace.
