35. Andrey's menacing rage
The strong and heavy mighty figure of Nyadzel Alastair charged at the confident ashen-haired Grand Marshal. The eyes of the wise versus the eyes of the arrogant.

Thunder pierced through the sky as the very raindrops flew away from the clash that was Nyadzel’s heavy swing down towards Azazel’s face, intercepted by his black blade.

The first surprise was that Azazel was strong enough to hold out to a clash by a long sword with just one hand, and not just this, but it was Nyadzel’s powerful swing.

Their eyes had locked in on each other and would let go. It was as if a battle of staring instead of swords.

Nyadzel saw that his opponent had more power than him so he tried to outplay him with experience, grabbing the tilt of his sword sliding it up towards Azazel. The moment Nyadzel’s eyes blinked his opponent had already grabbed him with his other hand and throwing him off balance.

Though it seemed that Nyadzel’s back had been turned and the fight was over, it was in fact a part of the warri
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