Fight

I learned two things that day.

This old man was crazy-

and

He is going to be the death of me.

***

"Is this all, boy?" We had been fighting for a while now, but the man showed no signs of stopping. He spun his weapon effortlessly as he taunted, before lunging forward again.

Moros' attacks were fast, almost too fast, forcing me to dodge, sidestep, and parry. Every swing of his halberd felt like it could tear through me at any moment. The broken sword I was using wasn't helping either—its jagged edge made every block feel like I was holding back a storm with a piece of scrap metal.