Nymeria told me that swordsmen treat the sword as their limb, and losing a sword directly means losing a crucial part of yourself. So even when I was flying hundreds of feet and struck so many things, I didn't let go of my sword.
I grunted and pushed myself up again, pointing my sword towards him as he followed me.
His body was radiating a purple glow, withering anything it touched as he moved.
He stopped a few feet in front of me. Then, clenching his fist, he threw a punch into the air at me.
"What is he doing, punching the air?" I muttered in confusion.
However, I instinctively felt something was wrong and instantly tilted my head.
A gust of sharp wind passed by my ear, slicing through it and splattering blood.
"Ugghh, what the hell was that?" I wheezed, grabbing my bloody ear.
I turned, and my entire body trembled at the sight behind me.
The tree had a hole about the size of my head going all the way out from the other side.
