Yoel challenged, "Cross, your opponent is me!"
Nathan did not halt. "Get out of my way."
"Insolent fool! Die!" Yoel screamed before bringing his sword down upon Nathan's head.
The movement was so fast, as the blade whistled through the air.
A cruel smirk curled Yoel's lips. He could already imagine how Nathan's head would split open.
Right before the sword would touch his head, Nathan moved.
His hand darted out and his fingers flicked at the blade.
Tink!
Like he had been electrocuted, Yoel's body shook violently and he stumbled back a few steps. The arm holding his sword was completely numb, due to the intense vibrations coming from his sword. As it was, he had barely managed to hold on to it.
Utter disbelief shone in his eyes as he stared at Nathan.
The other man had only lightly flicked his fingers, yet the force of it was enough to make the weapon nearly fly out of his hand?
What terrifying power!
Now he finally knew how Fabian had lost to Nathan. The latter was truly a strong opponent!
Nathan continued his way toward Kylie. It was almost as if he had thought that Yoel was a mere nuisance, who had distracted him from his true goal.
All around him, the fight was showing signs of being rather one-sided.
Normally the most feared men in Alberesque, the Eighteen Hounds were practically little lambs before the might of the Elite Eight. One by one, the former fell at the hands of the latter like dominos, wailing in pain.
Once more, Yoel found himself astonished at how easily Nathan's men had beaten his men.
Tightening his grip on his sword, he dashed toward Nathan again, bellowing in anger, "Cross, today is the day that either you die or I die. Now die!"
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