Vs. Climb 1

Hearing Gazef basically announce, I’m gonna break one of your bones, that’s all, made Climb’s heart pound. He was accustomed to injuries, but that didn’t mean he liked them.

Gazef charged—twice as fast as Climb’s previous approach.

The bastard sword traced an extremely low arc aimed at Climb’s feet, its tip practically scraping the ground. Flustered by the speed and centrifugal force, Climb protected his feet by gripping his broadsword blade-down, as if to stick it into the floor.

The two crashed together. That’s what Climb thought, but suddenly, Gazef’s bastard sword rose back up, slicing along the edge of the broadsword.

“Kgh!” Climb turned his entire body and face away from the bastard sword, which missed him by a tiny margin. The draft blew a few of his hairs away.

Climb was terrified by how quickly Gazef had been able to corner him. He followed the bastard sword with only his eyes but saw it suddenly stop sharp and come back around.

Faster than he could think.

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Volume 5, Chapter 1.1