While I was having fun on the bed I remembered I promised Kristoff to have a drink today as well, so I asked Nonna to leave him a word.
With disordered hair and neck and breasts full of hickeys exposed.
“Aegir-sama is busy today so we’re very sorry”
That was all she said as she went back to the room with obvious impatience, leaving Kristoff to see her off crying tears of blood.
I have to make it clear to bastards peeking at Nonna’s cleavage just whose woman she is.
The next day, seventh match.
“You had a really rough match before, didn’t you”
Before the match, Agor came to talk.
He’s talking about the fourth match, I’m sure.
“I have my circumstances”
“I don’t like those kinds of fights. I’ll beat you down so you don’t have to do that”
Did he deliberately come to say I won’t kill you so calm down?
I don’t get what he’s saying but he seems to be a soft person.
“I’ll also be as careful not to kill anyone as I can, too”
I didn’t mean it to be hateful but Agor glared at me, Nonna next to me facepalmed.
“You’re making fun of him by saying that!”
Question marks floated by Celia and I.
I suppose I don’t really get Federation phrasing.
The start of the match approaches, Agor and I entered the arena.
The look in his eyes were sharper and more bloodthirsty than before.
Seems like I really made him angry.
Agor’s weapon was a one-handed sword and shield, standard Federal Light Infantry armaments.
The starting signal sounded and I set off.
Step forward right, sweep left, sweep right, step back and overhead strike, I rained attacks on him but he took and parried each and every one with his shield.
As expected, he’s good with the shield.
When I was done with my attacks Agor speedily swung his sword down. When I parried his slash that was quick but light on power, he pushed his shield out, knocking me back.
When I stumbled, he did an even quicker stab than before.
I somehow parried it by swinging my sword relying on my arm strength, but it doesn’t compare to my enemies up until now.
He knows well how to fight with people who rely on strength swinging two-handed swords.
His attacks still didn’t stop.
When I thought he was going to step back for a moment, he charged with his sword held overhead and I reflexively guarded. However, he stepped to my side and once he passed me he struck my sword using all his strength.
I see, he was aiming to win by getting me to drop my sword from the beginning.
I’m not going to make it so easy you know.
Using the momentum from him hitting my sword, I spun around. It was a move full of openings but after hitting my sword with all his strength he could not react to it.
— Agor PoV —
(No!)
Agor’s instincts told him.
It had all been going to plan until the part about hitting his sword with full power.
But he was holding the sword tightly and above all, he had a smile on his face as he spun around after having his sword hit.
Trusting his well honed instincts, he jumped back.
That moment ….
The two-handed sword slashed empty air with a speed uncharacteristic of a sword that was made for the main purpose of hacking, so fast that the sword tip was invisible.
If Agor’s backstep were one moment late, the battle would’ve been over.
The sharpness and force reminded the audience of the tragedy the day before yesterday, and they fell silent.
Agor seems to understand as well, even though his expression didn’t change he visibly exhaled.
“That just now was for the shoulder, it won’t crack your head even if it hit you know”
“Shut up!”