Enkrid didn’t spend the time waiting for Ragna idly.
Of course not. That was just the kind of person he was.
And even now, it was the same. He had called for Rem, and they were creating friction between sword and axe.
Clang!
A silver-bladed axe blocked Acker, which had been swung at an angle, and pushed the sword away.
Enkrid braced his arm, twisted his waist, and redirected the pushing force.
Sensing this, Rem pretended to pull the axe back, then brought it down vertically.
