Chapter 19: Ch:19 The Line Between Life and Death
Sarios let out a fierce cry, his voice echoing through the streets.
"RAAAHHH!!"
His boots tore across the ground as he charged forward, sword raised high with both hands. Dust scattered behind him like a storm.
The masked man tilted his head slightly, watching with a lazy, almost entertained smirk beneath the black, cracked mask.
"Oh?" he murmured, amused. "Still got some fight in you... even when it's hopeless?"
Sarios brought his sword down with a roar, swinging with everything he had—left, right, again and again—his strikes fast and relentless, fueled by resolve.
But the masked man didn't flinch.
With one hand—just one hand—he raised his jagged black dagger and parried each blow.
Sparks flew, metal shrieked against metal.
Clang! Clang! CLANG!
Each strike was caught, redirected, or brushed aside like a game. His right arm barely moved, blocking with ease, while his left hand twirled the other dagger playfully, spinning it between his fingers as if bored.