"Die!" The saw-like long blade slashed toward Leman Russ's throat, proving that although Chika was arrogant in speech, he was no fool in battle.
Leman Russ's armor was heavier than anything they had ever seen. Even if it had been made from the plastics produced by the Originium industry, it would still have seemed exceptionally heavy. Chika did not believe his long blade could break through Leman Russ's defenses in a single strike.
Since that was the case, he might as well cut straight for the throat and make this arrogant old man before him kneel in a massive spray of blood.
As the long blade came down, Chika still did not see Leman Russ make any extra movement. He found that strange.
Was this man unable to react in time, or did he think he could block at the very last instant?
But once the blade had left its sheath, there was no time to think any further. Chika could only channel all the strength in his body into the long blade.
Just as the blade was about to strike, Leman Russ took a step back and lifted his chin, allowing the long blade to brush past his throat. Only a faint breeze stirred up by the blade swept across it.
Putting his full strength into a swing only for it to miss was agonizing for Chika. It was like dry-firing a longbow: the energy stored in the bow limbs was not released through an arrow, but could only reverberate through the bow itself.
That was exactly how Chika felt. All his strength rebounded from his arms into his body, leaving a stagnant breath trapped in his chest. Worse still, it threw off his posture, exposing his back to Leman Russ like a spinning top.
*How could I make