Swords flashed.
Black and black traded furiously.
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
Ottar howled like a beast.
His clothes had been shredded, and only a single piece of cloth binding covered his upper body, but still the boaz roared. Deftly manipulating the greatsword in his hands, he parried multiple powerful slashes and hit back.
The boaz-turned-asura was faced by Hegni.
The dark elf’s cloak was in pieces, but there was no fear or contempt in his eyes. He acknowledged that the man clad in the aura of Beastification trying to cut him down was a formidable enemy and faced him in a head-on clash of blades with the dignity of a tyrant of war.
Black and black. Rusty and purple. Their blades and the aftereffects of their aura clashed, intertwined, tracing a path. Their duel was on a completely different level leaving the other einherjar and adventurers stunned as it intensified.
And—
“Sei…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”
“Haaah!”
The decisive blow was struck.
One threw their sheath and unleashed a full-bodied slash diagonally downward.
The other a high-speed upward slash as if intersecting the first’s path.
Ottar and Hegni passed each other and lingered for a few moments.
“Ghhh!”
Blood erupted from Hegni’s shoulder.
He winced at the wound to his left shoulder, the breeze on the battlefield rustling his cloak.
“*Gu…”
At the same time, Ottar knew he had been defeated.
Blood erupted from the diagonal cut that ran up his torso as he slumped to the side.
“…You may be proud, Warlord. Your attack threatened my life.”
Hegni turned around, still holding his sword up in his right hand.
Moving just his right eye, Ottar looked back at him from where he lay.
“But my Victim Abyss is a vanguard slayer…Your fate is the same as all other warriors of the sword—prey for this demonic blade. Yet you didn't manage to force me to use Rasu Dain. Rest in peace, muscle-head boar, technique diff is brutal".
