Sèlim’s fake was completely unexpected for the captain. He had almost left the hilt of the scimitar, as if to throw it up again, when with a quick movement, he had squeezed it again with his left hand and had driven a deadly left-handed waning towards Andrea, who had already unbalanced himself in the clumsy attempt to intercept the sword in the trajectory imagined only by his mind, but never crossed by the weapon. At the last moment, he managed to rebalance himself unbalancing himself forward, pivoting on the right foot and parrying the deadly s***h. The blades made sparks coming into contact with each other, and the vibration of the blow was felt by the muscles of Andrea’ right arm, holding the Katzbalger. He swung his sword around the Turkish scimitar, and retreated into a defensive posi
