Chapter 15: Crazy Teacher
Charon watched Emerius walk back to the line with a mixture of sympathy and terror.
He had never expected to see such a spectacle of swordsmanship, least of all from someone his age.
For that same spectacle to end in failure, regardless, was nothing short of demoralizing.
’If all the spinning and flipping wasn’t enough to beat him, what the hell am I supposed to do? Stand there and let him crack my head open like an egg?’
"Next!"
The voice sounded like an execution, the axe raised and ready to drop.
Inhaling deeply, Charon marched forward, holding his scythe out to attempt to block the first attack.
Like he had for everyone else, the professor surged forward to meet him, his speed unchanged after the recent duel. Familiar with the first strike, Charon managed to block it, sweeping his blade to the side to give himself some space to push in.
The other staff swung out to hit his head, but he had expected that as well, narrowly ducking under it and ready to finish closing the gap.
His heavy scythe, however, had a different objective, pulling him to the side and causing him to stumble to the ground. With wide eyes, he barely had time to look back at the professor before his staff connected with his shoulder.
Pain blossomed along his arm, Charon stifling a groan with a hiss as he dropped his weapon and cradled the limb. He heard a soft tutting noise from the man looming over him, but no further blows came.
Grabbing his scythe, he walked back to the row in shame, his head held dejectedly as he tried to ignore the constant aches.