Chapter 13: Construct
His mind screamed at him.
Dodge! Twist! Roll!
His sword was already deflecting the arrow, but his left side was left wide open, a sword already in the construct’s hand, aiming for his ribs.
One of the advantages of being weak that Vacuse could mention was that it forces one to be creative, those who want to stay alive.
A burst of force from his legs sent him shooting up, a blazing sword passing through where he once was. Midair, he twisted and sent a force slash downward.
The construct jumped away, its own sword cutting upward, and the two met with a hard clanging sound.
"You’re tough," Vacuse muttered as he reached the ground again, barely noticing the jarring in his bones.
Of course, the construct didn’t reply, but the murderous intent flowing from it seemed to sharpen. It bent a little, its grip on its sword loosening.
Vacuse recognized the technique immediately, and his own body reacted instinctively. He slashed his sword sideways, releasing the force energy like a whip.
At the same time, the construct did the same!
Crack!