He wanted to fly a kite once more.
Just then, an arrow flew towards him from the side.
It was Isaac, who had taken cover behind the blazing warehouse, seizing the opportunity to send an arrow his way, aiming straight for the eyes.
The general, unable to block in time, could only dodge by turning his head.
As a result, his spear deviated by two inches, and he also missed the chance to execute the subsequent maneuver.
Merely two inches.
His hand was steady enough, and leaning back did not prevent the tip of the spear from leaping forward, still aiming for Owen's chin like a venomous snake.
Yet, the young man before him, with both hands on his halberd, made an upward sweep in a diagonal lift, committing a mistake typical of beginners.