Clearing Your Own Mess
"Clang!"
Lear's sword clashed with his opponent, sending the guy stumbling backwards. He indeed held an advantage in terms of strength and speed.
But, before he could further dive in use the chance to take advantage of his opponent, the other guy had come running, forcing Lear to parry his attack.
These had led to a stalemate, the two opponents were hell bent on dragging the fight and didn't take any risks, the two constantly switched their positions and covered up for each other making it difficult for Lear to deal a decisive blow.
This was drawing out the right and giving his opponents the time for their reinforcement to arrive.
"Tsk…" Lear clicked his tongue in annoyance. He honestly was confident of beating the sh*t out of the two if he went all out, but he knew that expending too much energy was a bad idea…
He was keeping an eye out on Mark and Wilson and saw that the two were already going all out considering their opponents weren't much weaker than them..