That sword stroke was less a slash than the impact of a battering ram!
It was brutally powerful.
The broad blade swept forward with crushing force, its whistle enough to set teeth on edge!
Faced with a terrifying blow that could cleave a man in two, Sandor Clegane wisely chose not to meet it head-on.
His comparatively "small" frame slid diagonally backward with astonishing agility, his longsword sweeping upward to strike the side of the Mountain's greatsword with precision.
Clang!!!
The deafening clash of steel sent sparks flying.
Sandor felt an irresistible force surge through his blade, numbing his grip and robbing his entire arm of sensation in an instant.
The sheer strength sent him staggering backward, his boots cracking the flagstones beneath him.
What incredible strength!
The Mountain did not pause after his first strike missed.
His enormous body displayed agility utterly at odds with its size.
He stepped forward and swept his greatsword sideways, stirring a gust of wind as it hurtled toward Sandor's waist.
Sandor had barely steadied himself when he caught that deadly flash of steel out of the corner of his eye.
With no time to think, he could only hold his longsword upright before him and brace his shield with all his strength.
Bam!!!
Another deep, heart-stopping crash rang out.
Against the Mountain's greatsword, Sandor's thick, iron-clad wooden shield was as fragile as a piece of dry bark.
The shield was cleaved straight down the middle!
Splinters and fragments of iron flew everywhere.
The blow sent Sandor flying, and he rolled several times across the ground before finally coming to a stop.
He felt as though every organ inside him had been knocked out of place.
Blood rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful before he could stop himself.
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