Judgment couldn't help but think, 'Who is this bastard? Why is he so strong?'
She barely had time to brace herself before Jerimoth closed the distance. As he reached her, she flew out of the way, straight up, and with the same blistering speed dove back down behind him. But his large metal shield flew back on its own and slammed into her.
Her head swam as she rolled across the rocky ground, skin scraping against stone. Jerimoth grabbed the shield and lunged at her again, his steps heavy, each one shaking the ground beneath her as he ran closer.
Still weakened, she let her wings carry her up and away from him. He stopped and looked at her with a narrowed gaze, then spread a dirty smirk across his face, swung his shield back, and hurled it at her.
The shield had to be as heavy as a metal door, from what Judgment could tell. Even his sword should have been heavy enough to drag any man's speed down to a crawl. But the way he wielded them, it was as though they had no weight at all.
