Ludwig flew forward with a single long stride, Durandal in hand and struck up. There was no hesitation or delay it was as if his body became an extension of his mind as he moved.
The Hero did not even see it, and only heard the loud impact then felt its aftermath, as the whole cave shuddered and rumbled almost to the point of it falling upon them entirely. Dust shook from seams in the ceiling and sifted like fine ash. A few freed men flinched and covered their heads. Stone groaned in complaint. With the largest threat being some loose rocks falling far too close to a few soldiers.
Two swords had been crossed right in front of the Hero's face. The space between them was a thin wedge of air that smelled like metal and heat and the breath of three angry people.
"Titania!" Ludwig's words strained as he realized how monstrously strong she was. It was not news, but reminders sometimes break the wrists even when they are expected.
