"All right, it's getting dark. Tell me your name." The Onion Knight spun the iron rod in his hands, then twirled it across his palms. He spoke with a solemn, almost sacred air.
"Uh, just call me Rogge." The Dwarf Miner rubbed his big nose, then waved his Miner's Pickaxe.
"Honestly, how did things end up like this?" The female knight looked completely at a loss for words.
She had thought that at last she'd caught up with the Black-Clothed Swordsman, and could finally complete the mission she'd been pursuing for two years and deliver justice. But... the situation wasn't quite what she'd imagined.
"Come on, kid. Grandpa's right here waiting for you." The Dwarf Miner brandished his Miner's Pickaxe and struck a Defensive Fighting stance. He beckoned to the Onion Knight with one finger, looking downright cocky.
"In that case, I won't hold back." The Onion Knight wasn't angry. After all, he knew full well that his opponent really was older than him.
Respecting one's elders was part of the Onion Knight's code of chivalry.
Now that the Dwarf Miner had said that, there was only one thing to do.
The Onion Knight spun the iron rod over his head, then charged straight at the Dwarf Miner.
Just as he reached the Dwarf Miner, the Onion Knight let out a shout and swung the rod with all his might, bringing it down in a wide, sweeping strike.
"Hmph. You're really underestimating me." The Dwarf Miner thrust out his Miner's Pickaxe to block the blow.
The Onion Knight said nothing. Instead, he abruptly changed the iron rod's course and forced it toward the Dwarf Miner's waist from another angle.
It was clearly a feint.
Unfortunately, "Like I said, you're really underestimating me." The Dwarf Miner simply raised the iron gauntlet