At this moment, some rousing music should have started playing:
Hey-ho, hey-ha, the Favorite Slash rang loud and clear~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, the Ring Grab sparkled when worked~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, we love the Wet Sickle most of all~
Hey-ho, hey-ha, Thief Hood, return to your place!
(Copied from a forum. The Dark Souls forum really was 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 animation canceling.
Every attack had a recovery period. If you swung a sword, the recovery was the motion of drawing the sword 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 lifting the Black Knight Shield in the left hand to cancel the recovery, allowing endless attacks against the enemy. In reality, it looked like this—
"Clang clang clang clang claaang—"
The Avatar of Soul Five swung more than a dozen times in a single second, striking Leon's raised shield hard enough to send continuous showers of sparks flying. He never stopped from beginning to end.
The moment Leon dared lower his shield, he would be chopped into mince.
Where had the shield come from? Delu had hurriedly conjured it with magic when he realized things were going badly. Once it had endured too much damage, it would vanish on its own.
Leon had tried knocking aside his opponent's attacks with the shield and then counterattacking when the chance arose, but what he had not expected was—
As long as the Ring Grab hit him 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