The Power of Words
"First Hero?...Did I hear that right?" Blimpo said in quiet disbelief.
"...Shit. This is the worst case scenario!" Vandread said.
It was rare to see such emotion from Vandread, though it was clear why as the red-haired figure known as the "First Hero" moved across the chamber with monstrous agility, instantly swinging his blade towards the two.
Luckily, Vandread blocked it with both daggers, though was thrown back from the incredible power behind the strike, knocked back along with the elf by the sheer wind. They both slammed through one of the walls, breaking into a courtyard as the "First Hero" followed.
"Nngh…" The elf groaned.
"Get up," Vandread said, catching his breath, "If you let up for a single moment, you'll die. That's the enemy we're facing–the first Hero-class swordsman…'Godfrey, the Crimson End'."
The crimson-haired figure of legend hardly seemed to even register the two as threats, not holding any guard or serious demeanor in the slightest.