Acarr swung her sword wickedly at Trent, the blade cutting through the air in a downward motion towards him. Trent, forcing himself to make zero use of his [Agility] granted by the goddess, found it almost impossible to evade the attack, lifting his heavy mega sword with natural strength.
The two metals clashed in midair, Acarr's sword pressing down on Trent's. Sparks flew as the Grimorian-crafted blades met, the sound of metal echoing through the calm, dim morning. 'Fuck!' Trent cursed inwardly, feeling the strain in his muscles as he struggled to hold his ground under the weight of Acarr's otherworldly strength. 'Such strength! From a female, no less!'
Acarr's eyes gleamed with intensity, long itching to get a piece of Nightingale after seeing him again in the [Cardinal Across Shadows] Dungeon. "Fight, my Lord!" she hissed loudly through gritted teeth.