The warrior lunged forward, raising his shield in anticipation of a counterattack. And it was not long in coming. Steel met steel, and Hadjar parried the first blow with the flat of his blade. Sparks flew from their brief ‘greeting,’ scorching his face.
Aware of the advantage that his opponent’s thick shield gave the false god, Hadjar circled around the warrior’s heavy blows, each of his moves calculated not to necessarily reach the false god and strike him, but rather, to throw him off his rhythm and provoke a reckless attack. After all, the false god’s shield would normally do its job far too well, giving its wielder the chance to launch attacks with near-impunity against his completely exposed opponent.
Both of them understood this.
His opponent was skilled and insightful. Fully awar
