Whoosh!
Just as the butcher had sensed the sharp air behind his back, a spear tip barely scratched the right of his face, inflicting a small wound on the butcher's cheek. Feeling the slightly cold sensation that slowly dripped down, the butcher turned around with a furious expression, swinging the knife he wielded with great strength.
However, contrary to his expectations of his blade clashing against a spear tip, the butcher instead came face to face with a saber, the sound of colliding metal resounding throughout the alley in response.
Noticing that the strength of the one wielding the saber was significantly lower than his, judging by the fact the saber moved downwards whenever he put a bit more force into his blade, the butcher took note of this, a malicious grin appearing on his face as he exerted all of his strength on his knife in one go.
Clang!