That blatant provocation thoroughly enraged the arrogant White Walker.
As a being far superior to the wights, he possessed an independent mind and will.
Faced with Lynn's taunts, he lost his composure.
He raised his ice spear and quickened his pace, charging straight at Lynn!
With his life hanging by a thread, Lynn's expert swordsmanship became pure bodily instinct.
He twisted at the waist and turned sideways.
Longclaw swept upward in his hand, tracing an extraordinarily tricky arc to meet the thrusting crystalline spear with precision.
Clang!
A sharp sound like shattering ice rang out through the deathly silent mountain hollow.
An unimaginable force surged through the blade, instantly numbing Lynn's entire arm.
The flesh between his thumb and forefinger split open.
Warm blood streamed down the sword's hilt.
Fuck, he's strong!
Lynn cursed inwardly.
He used the recoil to propel himself backward, putting several paces between them.
He quickly glanced at his sword.
Forged from Valyrian steel, Longclaw remained completely unscathed.
The dark ripples along its blade still shimmered.
Then he looked at the White Walker's seemingly indestructible crystalline spear.
A fine crack had appeared on its tip!
It worked!
Valyrian steel really was the bane of these damned things!
Wild joy surged through Lynn.
The White Walker had clearly noticed it too.
He glanced down at the crack in his spear, disbelief crossing his face.
He stopped testing his opponent.
The ice spear suddenly whirled in his hands, leaving a dazzling blur of spear thrusts.
The spear's afterimages formed a forest, radiating biting cold.
Every thrust carried the sharpness to pierce anything, closing off every avenue of escape and forcing Lynn steadily backward.
Lynn pushed his swordsmanship to its limit.
He twisted and dodged through the impenetrable barrage of spear thrusts.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Metal clashed against