“I apologize for offending you, but that's the fact. Looking at that armor, even though it's my creation, it's an old model. What I'm wearing now is a new model with several improvements.” Nouelvaegnr explained casually.
“You know, the armor isn't the only thing I rely on.”
“Oh, really? Judging by your movements, I'm superior in combat as well.”
The woman responded nonchalantly, “Maybe you prefer creating weapons rather than talking.”
Nouelvaegnr shook his head. “I'm tired of responding to this useless conversation. Since you won't provide answers, I'll have to force you.”
“I'd be happy to be forced by you.”
They both moved again, accustomed to their respective speeds and agility. Nouelvaegnr tried to intimidate the woman with a few swings of his fake swords, then suddenly directed a
