The tremendous force bore down on Aikimu. He resisted with all his strength, but the spear in his hands still shuddered hard enough to make the webbing of his hands ache. Had that force been just a little stronger, it might have knocked the spear clean out of his grip.
"Take my sword!"
Seeing this, Kanni swung the Silver Sword and instantly unleashed his graceful, flowing Radiant Moon Swordsmanship. Its form resembled a silver moon, its light the gleam of stars. Wherever it flashed, vegetation was severed and stones crumbled into sand.
The fist moved with the heart; the sword followed the feet.
Every attack he made was lethal, but to Swinburne, attacks of this caliber could never pierce his armor outright. That was why Kanni aimed straight for his neck and the exposed joints of his armor. Swinburne therefore had no need to fear him. He simply defended with his axe, blocking every sword stroke that flashed toward him in a shimmer of silver.
Sparks flew amid an unbroken clanging. Kanni darted and wheeled around Swinburne like a fish, while Swinburne stood his ground, never taking a step back. He merely twisted at the waist, blocking the sword strikes flashing at him from every angle.
Dozens of exchanges passed in the blink of an eye. After spearing the six Viking Warriors around him one after another with his golden spear, Aikimu charged at Swinburne again. The brilliance on his spear resembled a meteor's tail, its heat searing the eyes, its light blinding.
As the more numerous side attacked the smaller force, knights and warriors fought a brutal battle. The ground was strewn with fallen rocks, and the horses had been frightened, reducing the advantage of their mounts to nothing. They jumped from their saddles and fought their enemies on