Chapter 32: Interactions With the Locals 10
"Oh, did you really think that by changing weapons, you could beat a prince like me—someone who's trained with a sword since I was eight?" Johan sneered, his voice filled with pride.
"You talk too much. Now I get why those dwarves hated me." Luck lunged. His bat cut through the air with a sharp whistle.
Johan hesitated, caught off guard by the speed of the swing. He dodged and lost the chance to strike back.
Just when he thought he was safe, Luck swung again—fast and smooth—proving the metal bat was lighter than it looked.
The bat almost grazed Johan's cheek, but he used the opening to strike at Luck's side—fast and clean.
It connected, but Luck deflected it—blunt meeting sharp with a solid clash.
Before Johan could reset his stance, a sneaker slammed into his chest. He stumbled back.
thud!
The prince hit the ground hard.
Another strike came down fast, aiming to end the fight.
Johan rolled away just in time. Dust scattered. He pushed himself up, sword in hand, breathing hard.