At this very moment, some stirring music should have started playing:
Hey-ho, hey-ha, the beloved cut rings loud and clear~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, the Ringed Blade shines when cast~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, we love the Wet Reaper most~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, Thief Hood, back in place!
(Copied from a forum. The Dark Souls forum was truly a treasure trove.)
Leon had never felt so stifled in a fight before.
Today, he had thoroughly experienced the power of the Flaming Straight Sword and canceling.
Every attack had recovery time. If you swung a sword, the recovery was the motion of drawing it back. If you fired an arrow, the recovery was drawing the bow again.
But the Flaming Straight Sword was different. In the game, all it took was raising the Black Knight Shield in the left hand to cancel the recovery, allowing endless attacks against the enemy. In reality, it looked like this—
"Clangclangclangclangclang—"
Soul Five's avatar slashed more than a dozen times in a single second, showering the shield Leon held up with an unbroken stream of sparks. He never stopped from beginning to end.
The moment Leon dared to lower his shield, he would be chopped into minced meat.
Where had the shield come from? Dru had hurriedly conjured it with magic when he saw things going south. Once it took too much damage, it would disappear on its own.
Leon had tried parrying the enemy's attack with his shield and counterattacking in the opening, but what he had not expected was—
The moment he was hit by the Ringed Blade even once, he would be forced into a brief stagger!
Even if the stagger lasted less than a second, it was enough for Soul Five's next slash to land!
This was simply an unsolvable situation. He could not confront Soul