Although she had blocked Mordred's royal sword, Mordred's fighting skills were...
The same old tricks. After bringing her sword down, Mordred spun around, and just as everyone thought she was about to swing the royal sword in her hand—
She launched a roundhouse kick instead.
Unfortunately, Iskandar seemed to have seen it coming. Still wearing an immensely hearty grin, he blocked the kick with his arm.
There was no denying that, compared to Iskandar, who was built like a hulking giant, Mordred looked like a child picking a fight with an adult.
"Ha ha ha! Come on, come on!" Iskandar boomed. Then the ox-drawn carriage below sent a tremendous amount of lightning surging over Mordred's body.
But with Mana Burst and her armor, Mordred forced the lightning away in an instant.
She took some damage, but not much.
Taking advantage of the opening, Iskandar swung his short sword, bringing it down with all his might.
The blow left a small crack in Mordred's Horned Helmet, and at the same time, another surge of lightning erupted over her body.
But this time it had no effect, probably because her Magic Resistance was so strong.
The blow sent Mordred flying backward. Just then, another voice cried out, "Mordred!"
A silver-haired figure appeared beside her and caught her before she fell.
"Gawain, you... What are you doing here? Let go!" Mordred snapped, looking at Gawain beside her. Her big, innocent eyes widened.
But there was an embarrassed note in her voice, as if she felt ashamed to have been "rescued" by Gawain.
"I'm truly sorry. Taking advantage of someone while they're down is simply wrong. Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Gawain, one of the Round Table Knights. I'm terribly sorry I didn't speak with you properly yesterday. If only I'd understood you