Victory?

After five minutes, Sauros and Seris couldn't help but be troubled… Aion was acting like a zombie. He walked toward the swordsman, and he ignored the damage that he had suffered. Until he got close enough to be directly hit by the enemy… while he wasn't being pushed away as much as before, the wounds were opening due to those attacks. Still, at least he healed himself before walking toward the swordsman… Rinse and repeat.

"Sauros…" Seris said, in visible discomfort, while seeing blood dripping from Aion's armor. Things were starting to get way more dangerous than they had expected..

"He can do it…" Sauros said. "I don't know how, but he can do it. Look."

Sauros pointed at the spot on the ground, and she saw small blood pools on it… they were the spots that Aion had been pushed away. Once he changed his weapon, he was pushed away by fifty meters. Then forty-nine… then forty-eight… he was able to endure the attacks of the Swordsman now.