Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
''You're pretty strong~~'' Curtis licked his lips perversely while dancing a deadly melody along with Rocky.
The storm of crashing steel resounded everywhere. The figures of the two warriors flashed rapidly across the green forest.
One carried a type of crazy fighting style, yet strangely slippery. Curtis easily dodged Rocky's blows while performing a series of quick encounters against him.
Meanwhile, Rocky possessed a type of calm fighting style. He was just probing the enemy as if an experienced predator was searching for the enemy's weakness.
For that reason, Curtis looked like he had the upper hand.
Curtis's rapier nonstop stabbed against Rocky's hard armor, leaving a lot of long gashes.
Rocky just kept his sharp eyes on Curtis, trying to read the enemy's movement to make the next move.
After experiencing several clashes, he could tell that Curtis's type of combat looked like someone he knew very well.
Alina.
