novelzi Chapter 431 On The Defensive
Chapter 431 On The Defensive
Giving the order to attack, Ourlst instantly brought his blade into a guard, feeling vibrations travelling through his decayed flesh, having not been expecting the warking to immediately discard the security of his close guard and own right hand, but then again, perhaps Ourlst did not truly understand the machinations going on inside the living's head, even when surrounded, cornered in more than just one way.
His greatest defence had been carved through with ease, Ourlst and his troops had demonstrated that they could have forced through at any time, that the wall was barely even an inconvenience, that they possessed the means to turn this region upside down, and yet, the undead could clearly hear it, as Cleavster shouted, he wore a big smile beneath his helm.
"May death be charitable to you" the left hand stayed on the defensive, although collected, Ourlst had to admit that he was not given very much room to counterattack, if at all, Alisart was swinging his oversized broadsword like it weighted nothing, but that thing was much too heavy to be wielding by anyone without monstrous strength and arms capable of not being ripped off from its sheer mass.
Pushing against the undead, the warking halfsworded, striking his opponent in the face with the pommel, quickly lifting it above his head for a deceptively rapid downward slash, despite stopping his blade before it touched the ground, a slash appeared upon its surface alongside a dent caused by the wind pressure. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire
The undead had stepped back, his troops moving away without even looking, perfect cohesion without any need to shout orders, or perhaps they communicated with their minds? Alisart could not tell, the dead rarely emoted.
"What's the matter, undead?
Is your strength not enough to exchange blows with me?" he taunted, having been told much from the maws of Solast, undeads never tired and had basically access to the dream of all warriors, which was to always fight to their utter maximum, a living swinging with all of their strength would rupture their own muscles, all that lived held potential for bursts of great strength, but it always came at a cost.
The dead however, could just do it on the regular, in fact, it was natural for them, they probably needed to learn how to gauge their strength down instead, but it also made it clear that the lieutenant was not so strong, at least when crossing blades with the southern warking, the knight king of Belliste.
Which was a tall order, only Gartran and Maulerd possessed greater brute force than him, but even then, he had the technical edge as well.
"Unfortunately good sir, I am not nearly the strongest of the vanguard, and even less so of the empire, I am pretty well-learned however, so would you challenge me to a debate instead-?" sparks flew as the living slashed, Ourlst moving out of the way as he also deflected, avoiding having to deal with the full force following the strike.
The warking was not impressed, poising himself to endure the strike, bringing his blade down on top of the lieutenant's head, confident that he would be able of splitting this helm of dark iron in one blow.
His confidence was warranted, but the hit never connected, neither the living's or the undead's did, for Alisart Cleavster was thrown away.
The warking had committed to the strike and was thus unable to react to another undead joining in with a dropkick, of all things, dropping after this manoeuvre, Frenand flexed.
Another reason he had been able to move unnoticed, was because despite clearly being a higher level than the rank and file, he dressed exactly like them and moved around the battlefield like a honey badger with an agenda of vengeance, moving from one living to the other without significant logic or reasoning.
"I noticed that you were having difficulties, lieutenant!" exchanging in death tongue, he quickly jumped back to his feet, bouncing up and down as if readying for a boxing match.
"I know that you're just here because he's the strongest around, I assume that the other two are taking care of Aramap and the royal knights?"
"Indeed! Indeed! The southerners are especially ferocious here, I expected us to mow through, am I glad to be wrong! They'll make great sparring partners once their hearts stop beating"
"So it's two on one?" Cleavster did not seem damaged at all.
"Well, it is a battle, not a duel" Ourlst defended himself, spinning his sword, making its tip point downward as he kept a rather sloppy hold of it, speaking more words in death tongue to Frenand, keeping things spoken in between undeads, between undeads only.
"Have fun, I'll be hitting him with famine in a bit"