Let us set aside Gawain's brutal melee for now, along with the sword-beam volleys Artoria and Liens were trading, and turn our attention to the two who had "fallen behind."
Namely, Sovell and Llywelyn.
Unlike Gawain and Joras, whose styles differed wildly, Sovell and Llywelyn fought in remarkably similar ways.
Both relied on their bloodlines, favoring broad, sweeping attacks.
Sovell did not particularly mind. After all, he specialized in swordsmanship, not spearmanship. The brute strength his bloodline granted him was also enough to counteract his momentum.
Llywelyn, however, fought that way purely because of his weapon.
After all, a heavy weapon could hardly be wielded with light-footed agility. Yet when the two were compared, the spear techniques Sovell had haphazardly devised proved somewhat inferior.
Sparks flew wherever their weapons clashed, each swing whipping up a fierce wind.
What surprised Sovell, however, was that Liens's younger brother, despite being a descendant of Hercules, possessed nothing approaching terrifying strength.
Perhaps too much divine blood had been diluted over the generations. Sovell felt he was only...
A little over one Gawain, but less than one and a half.
Although Sovell always felt a little bad about using Gawain as a unit of measurement, a rare combatant with two forms and two significantly different levels of strength was practically wasted if he was not used as one.
Before Sovell could assess him any further, Llywelyn finally lost his patience. He saw Joras struggling under the storm of attacks from Gawain, that golden-haired gorilla, while his own older brother Liens remained locked in a stalemate with Artoria, who was deliberately stalling.
He forcefully knocked aside the spearpoint about to pierce him, leaped back to create some distance, and drew a short, slender tubular container from his waist.
Llywelyn pulled out the wooden stopper and downed