392. Untitled (Two-in-One, 8.8k)
Swinging a sword and fighting Russ had, for me now, somehow become a difficult thing.
Lion El'Jonson thought this to himself, but his hands moved no slower for it.
Russ, facing him, was forced back a little by a vicious rising cut from below, but the Fenrisian quickly adjusted his footing and recovered.
The greatsword in his hands had far greater reach than the two-handed sword the Lion had chosen, so he swung it as though it were an axe, hacking straight down toward Lion's neck. The shriek of the wind made the attack terrifying.
The Lion's gaze sharpened, and he immediately chose to retreat—he could not meet a greatsword head-on with this two-handed sword. That would be far too unwise. Even so, he had already begun to regret why he had not chosen a greatsword as well at the start of the fight.
You've grown old. That is the reason. You no longer wield a greatsword as smoothly as you once did. A voice whispered in his heart.
The Lion's face twitched, and Russ caught it. The Wolf King grinned. "You didn't throw your back out from one retreat, did you, brother?"
Lion gave an irritated cold snort and slashed the blade straight through the air. The dangerous hum proved that it was indeed a lethal weapon capable of slaughter, not a blunted practice sword that would only break bones.
He said coldly, "It seems you've recovered quite well!"
Russ burst into laughter. "I wouldn't call it recovery, brother. I just realized I really didn't need to be so nervous. Father won't stand by and watch everything happen."
He winked, touched his left hand to his chest, and made a sword-gripping gesture. Pure white light shone through the chest beneath his thin shirt. At the