Warwick moved shifting his sword to the side. Having a longer reach, a few steps away with both hand he swung for a horizontal slash. Seeing the fast sword approaching his neck he evaded by lowering himself backwards allowing the sword to pass overhead.

“Woah”

With the momentum he dropped to a back handspring. Feet touching the ground he moved without hesitation and swinging his falcatas.

Warwick parried while avoiding the blade that came at his side by shifting his body.

And so their exchange continued.

“I got to say. I truly admired the friendship of your squad. As loft as it was. To be honest I’m jealous. You guys isolated me. That makes me curious. When did you guys start to suspect me. I thought everything I did was flawless. It did fool the guild for so long.”

With the size of his sword one would think its weight would be a problem. But he moved it like it was any other lightweight. Parrying, blocking and the occasional evasion.

“The bonds of peasants are intriguingly admi