It was probable that Roy was stronger now than he used to be. After all, he kept training and improving his swordplay even now. Crowley was aware of the fact. Roy wasn’t a man of politics.
But still, as of yet…
“…I’m still stronger.”
With that, Crowley raised his sword and clashed his blade against Roy’s. Roy was probably heavier and more muscular than Crowley, but the force behind Crowley’s blade still won. A clatter of metal on metal was followed by the sound of Roy’s sword breaking. Crowley struck it in the way so that it would. The broken-off tip, spinning wildly, lodged into the ceiling.
But Crowley didn’t stop his attack. Letting his sword press into Roy’s neck driven by the momentum, he swept Roy’s legs from under him, knocking him down to the floor.