"The way of the Templar is righteous. Our shields hold steady in the face of adversity, and our swords and spears pierce the breasts of iniquity..."
Parrying half-heartedly with the base of his sword, Sergeant Vane calmly spoke as though he was not in a real battle,
"The spear is not a decorative piece. It is a weapon. And its purpose, much like the sword, is to kill. It is an item of murder and of judgment."
Nero took a step back, sweat forming at the back of his neck and forehead.
For the past five minutes, he had been constantly trying to break through the guard of this scene feet tall old man in front of him.
And yet, all his efforts had been futile. Completely and utterly so.
"Boy, I can tell from your movements that you have some training. The harshness of the wilderness should have sharpened your edge." The cruel glare in the eyes of the Sergeant intensified,
"So why... Why do you look so pathetic? Why is your edge dulled?!"
Nero grimaced and his arms trembled.
