Chapter 208: The Battle Forest.
Afternoon.
Battle Forest.
Critic-Ishire.
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Theodore joined the battle picking another enemy to fight.
Sunlight barely pierced through the thick canopy of the dense part of the forest, casting eerie shadows on the ground.
The air is tense, charged with the anticipation of an imminent clash. Conan, faced his opponent, a burly man with a menacing grin, he held a wickedly curved blade.
The two men circle each other, their eyes locked in a deadly gaze. Conan’s years of battle experience are evident in his poised stance and the determined set of his jaw. His opponent, though less experienced, he radiated raw aggression and confidence with magic presence Conan was aware of.
Without warning, the burly man lunges forward, his blade aiming for Conan’s midsection. Conan parries the attack with a swift upward sweep of his longsword, the clash of steel ringing through the forest. The force of the blow sends vibrations up Conan’s arm, but he holds firm, countering with a quick, powerful thrust.
The burly man sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the strike, and so he retaliated with a brutal slash aimed at Conan’s leg. Conan attempted to dodge, but the enemy’s blade found its mark still, cutting deep into the flesh of his thigh. A sharp cry of pain escapes Conan’s clenched teeth, echoing through the trees. He stumbles, his leg buckling under the sudden agony, but he remains upright, his grip on his sword tightening.
"Argh!" Conan roars, a mix of pain and fury in his voice. Blood seeps through his trousers, staining the fabric a deep crimson. His opponent smirks, sensing victory, and presses his advantage, launching a series of rapid attacks.