Ainz - Baby Goat >>>>>> Gazef

Because it went by only about a yard away, the ground beneath his feet shook as if he was in a huge earthquake. If it was anyone besides Gazef, they would probably have fallen down.

He focused on the dark young’s big hooves as it tried to run away and—

“Yahh!”

—swung his sword. If it was running away so fast, it meant its own speed would turn into a slashing weapon.

The moment blade met hoof, a tremendous shock went through his sword hand. It was so strong he thought his arm might come off.

Stomping legs left two trails in the dirt as they receded.

“Nnnngh!”

Though he had avoided having his sword being ripped out of his hand, a sharp pain ran through his arm. The stress must have injured either his muscle or his tendon.

With ragged breath, he scowled at the hulking form behind him.

Not too far from Gazef, the dark young stopped for the first time since it had begun its rampage.

A single tentacle overshadowed him.

Fear pierced his entire body. Gazef promptly held his sword up.

That instant an incredible shock was transmitted through his sword, and his whole body lifted into the air.

Gazef couldn’t see anything, but he figured he must have been swiped aside by the tentacle. He flew quite a distance.

After an unbelievably long time in the air, Gazef fell to the ground—and rolled more than a few times. But it wasn’t the rolling of a corpse that had been thrown but of a thrown human actively trying to slow his momentum.

Whipping his creaking body, he slowly stood up. He glared at the now farther off dark young.

Just one blow.

His hand was broken. That his sword wasn’t broken was surely thanks to sheer luck.

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Volume 9, Chapter 4.4