Friendly Battle (2)
"The mock battle between His Highness Raphael and Sergei has begun."
The moment Michael struck his hand down, Sergei and I dashed toward each other. Before the first clash, Sergei lunged his sword forward with his one hand. From what I had observed, he was putting a lot of speed on it.
In response, I just swiftly spun around, avoiding the sword, and graciously swung my sword horizontally along with it, aiming his nape. Sergei immediately read my movements before he reflexively turned around and raised his sword downright while putting his palm on the other end of the sword to block the attack.
Clink!
Due to our levels, which were higher than most of the people in the courtyard, all the things happened in the matter of a few milliseconds. Our initial clash happened so fast that many of the onlooking knights could not comprehend what just happened.
"You got good reflexes, Sergei," I complimented as we crossed our blades still.