Chapter 113: Wait And Listen
Finally, both Dune and Syras moved.
No words. No hesitation.
Their swords clashed with a sharp ring, and Dune's body moved almost on its own , calm, steady, collected.
His eyes narrowed as he watched Syras come at him again, faster this time, strength pulsing through every strike.
He's strong. Fast too, Dune thought, feeling the weight behind each blow press against his guard. If I wasn't enhancing my legs with Neba... I'd already be a step too slow.
His stance stayed low and centered, feet shifting lightly across the stone floor. Every time Syras lunged in with another powerful cut, Dune's body flowed out of the way, small movements, precise steps, saving up Neba.
He felt the hum of Neba in his legs, subtly reinforcing his speed, letting him stay just half a beat ahead.
Another slash came, aiming for his side. Dune's sword snapped up to block, the impact jolting through his arms. He slid back, letting Syras's force push against empty air.
Cadogan's teaching really helped me, his swordsmanship is just amazing... The thought flickered through his mind. If I didn't have that, I'd already be down.
He could almost hear Cadogan's gruff voice in his head.
"Don't meet strength with strength. Flow and wait. Let them break themselves on your calm."