Chapter 118: Not a duel.
Lara pivoted on her left foot and the ground he was standing on an instant ago shattered. Her movements showed no concern for the large red hood’s sudden acceleration, spinning the spear as she passed it from one hand to the other behind her back then swung it up diagonally.
A sharp clang rang out as the white blade extending from the spearhead struck her opponent’s forearm, which was covered in a shining yellow bracer. Instead of cutting straight through it, the white glow scattered against the golden surface.
The red hood slammed his right foot on the ground and clenched his raised hand. His entire arm vanished into a blur as he swung his fist down at the maid who wasn’t even half his size.
Alarmed, Lara’s first instinct was to make a swift retreat. Just as she moved back one step, the ground at her feet shattered. She glanced at it in passing then fixed her opponent with a glare.
He pulled his extended fist back to his side and raised the other in front of his body which he had tilted slightly to the side and took a firm stance. His cloak was blown back revealing what was hidden under it.
Tattered clothes wrapped a mountain of muscles, each so well defined they appeared to be sculptured from stone. Thick veins bulged from under rough bronze skin inlaid with countless gruesome scars.
One look was enough to tell the giant went through many gruesome experiences, further separating him from the others who wore the same colors as him.
The hood on his head remained, casting a shadow that covered most of his face except for the wild grin on its lower half.
The giant of a man took a step forward and twisted his torso, his right arm turning into a blur as it shot forward. Standing her ground, Lara raised the output of her Force Field and held her spear up to block.