Enkrid felt every hair on his body stand on end.
At any moment, his opponent’s blade could come for his throat.
Would he be able to block it?
Rather than letting the question take hold, his body moved first.
He adjusted his footing and placed his hand on the sword belt—ready to draw at any instant.
In his mind, dozens of attack patterns emerged and vanished just as quickly.
What if I throw a Whistle Dagger to distract him?
