152 Star-Lord (2/2)
Both of the identical broadswords had shadowblades that were four to five feet in length with hilts that were as black as the charred edges of their shadowblades.
Chris Pint used these broadswords to repel, parry, and block all attacks that the other two lords sent toward him with the ease of someone who, like me, had the knowledge of insight backing each and every move he made.
Starry Savvy, he'd called it. I assumed that was his equivalent for Fool's Insight. And by his earlier actions, I guessed that his gift was related to the sense of smell. If so, I wondered how it worked exactly. I would have to ask him this if we got out of here alive.
By this time, my friends and I had reached Chris Pint's soldiers. We were greeted by the broad-shouldered, red-headed elven maiden that had given me his letter back at the auction.
\”Quickly now,\” she urged. \”You don't want to get in his way!\”
None of the other enemy companies had made a move to stop us, and after glancing back at the fight by the watering hole, I realized it was because none of them could.
The fight between the three lords was so intense that their dance of death repelled all thought of interruption. We were merely spectators now, and all we could do was watch.
\”Dean, he's a sense knight, right?\” Luca asked from my side.
Like me, he watched the match with eyes filled with awe.
\”Yeah… gift of smell, I think,\” I replied.
\”Why can't you do that then?\” he probed.
\”Shut up,\” I growled. \”He's been at this longer than I have.\”
Although that was true, I couldn't help but wonder at the gap between Chris Pint and me, how easily it was for him to fight two general class opponents as if he was playing around with them.
Don't get me wrong. Both Ardeen Spellweaver and Lord Rah were impressive. They were clearly at Darah's level.
Ardeen Spellweaver used a combination of deft swordplay and swifthart riding to give him near-perfect opportunities to deal a blow against Chris Pint.
Lord Rah wielded his spear even better than Azuma did, with each attack a seeming killer blow against the Lord of Stars.
However, no matter how perfect the setup or powerful the strike, neither of their attacks would become clean hits. In fact, Chris Pint was laughing as he dodged or parried their attacks.
\”You can do better than that, my lords,\” He taunted his enemies. \”Show us poor Mudgardians what you fairies are capable of!\”
He said this right before he'd slashed at each of them with his broadswords. The ferocity of his slashes was so explosive that neither Ardeen Spellweaver nor Lord Rah could completely block the attack, resulting in the first blood being drawn from both of them at the same time.
\”It's good that you're getting to see this match, Dean,\” Aura said.
I swiveled my head to look at her and found her eyeing me as well.
\”Now you get to see the true potential your gift holds… what it really means to be called a sense knight,\” she finished.
We turned our focus back to the battle just in time to watch Lord Rah unleash a fireball at Chris Pint from his left palm.
Now, I know chantless spells were weaker than spells cast through proper respect of the elemental spirits, but Lord Rah's fireball was huge, and he'd fired this fireball at near point-blank range from Chris Pint's head.
On the other side of Chris Pint, Ardeen Spellweaver had also cast as a spell of his own. He'd bent the water from the oasis to his command and water-bended it into a high-pressure shot that streaked toward Chris Pint's head too.
With their obvious egos, I doubt either of them realized they were working together to beat the Lord of Stars. But even this combined effort wasn't enough to stop Chris Pint.
In that span of time it took for the magic to reach him, Chris simply urged his swifthart forward so that the two opposite elemental attacks would collide with each other instead.
We all know what happens when a high-pressure water-beam collides with a charging ball of fire, right? Let's just say a full stick of boom dust wouldn't nearly be as explosive enough to match.