Chapter 73 The Shadowblood Novice (1/2)
When Arran looked, he saw that one of the black-robed Shadowblood novices had jumped into the arena, sword already drawn
It was a brown-haired young er look on his face, bordering onwith lust for battle
”You're trying to build a na me, instead! Or are you afraid?”
It was clear that the Shadowblood novice was trying to goad Arran into attacking hi to have a real fight, he wanted so to show for his troubles
”What's in it forhis voice calet?”
”You think you have a chance of defeating estion ”Fine If you win, you can have my sword”
”Stop!” By now, Darkfire had rushed over, and he turned to Arran ”I don't know if you can take hiic…” A troubled expression came over his face
The Shadowblood novice s a real opponent?” he asked, a ic, and I won't kill you It's just a friendly little contest”
”I accept the challenge,” Arran said in a loud voice, drawing so to Darkfire, he asked, ”Hand me my sword, please”
Darkfire hesitated ”Are you sure you can handle hiave him a confident nod After the eneive him tooArran the sword In a low voice, he added, ”And give hiave his sword a few quick swings, then faced the Shadowblood novice
”Now let's see if your sword cans, i a flurry of strikes the moment he reached Arran
Arran was pushed back several steps by the furious attack, and despite himself, he still felt some surprise at his opponent's power Even if the Shadowblood novice was neither as strong nor as skilled as Darkfire, resisting him took Arran more effort than he had expected
Moreover, Arran could tell that despite his earlier words, his opponent had no intention of letting him step out of the arena alive Each attack that came his as meant to kill rather than injure, and he understood that the Shadowblood novice intended to finish him off quickly
Yet even if it took hi off attacks like these, and after some moments his opponent's face darkened as he finally understood that Arran would not be easily defeated
As the attacks ca a series powerful strikes of his own He did not hold back in the slightest, putting all his power in his attacks in an atteuard
The tactic worked, and the young ering hi him to defend desperately without the chance to counter Arran's blows
Arran pressed the attack, striking rapidly at his opponent, and a panicked look appeared in the young man's eyes Whatever it was he had expected from Arran, this clearly wasn't it
It took only aappear, and he seized it without hesitation, his sword darting past his opponent's defenses
”Wait!” the Shadowblood novice blurted out, Arran's sword only inches away from him
”You've lost,” Arran said ”Concede”
The novice stepped back, head bowed, and it seemed as if he was about to do as he was told