"It won't be that easy," an old and aged voice sounded in his ear.
A tearing sound of flesh echoed softly, and Antalus's eyes went wide, his eyes drifting down to his body where a sword had pierced his body.
With a grunt, he managed to spin around halfway and, with a tremendous, powerful blow, struck his assailant in the jaw with his elbow before he pushed his assailant away and created distance between the two of them.
The enemy who had appeared behind him at one point in time was none other than Ingvar. Seeing this, Antalus could not help but be filled with rage as he shouted.
"Ingvar?!" he shouted in surprise and a mixture of anger.
"You coward!" He was about to continue when an excruciating pain seared through his body, and he grunted in pain; his expression turned grim and distorted. The sword was still embedded into Antalus's body.
