The Sword and the Board - Part 1

Firyr wasn't ready to receive the strike head-on. He was still dealing with the spears of the soldiers that surrounded him. Heavy though his earlier strike might have been, it meant nothing with the time that he'd wasted delivering it.

He had to pivot on his foot far faster than he had the capacity to do. Chang's mouth was already curling into a smile. His experience knew a killing blow when he saw one. He already understood the man in front of him, and with the seeds that he'd sown, he knew himself able to harvest his soul.

CLANG!

"What!?" Chang said, incredulous.