Thump.
Gawain's body fell from mid-air, battered and bruised. Before he could stand up, a tall figure appeared before him.
Facing the suddenly appearing Tamara, Gawain was slightly stunned. What he hadn't expected was that without saying a word, Tamara directly drew her curved bow and aimed an arrow straight at Gawain's brow.
Had this woman gone mad?
Instead of thinking about escaping, she was attacking him?
Full of doubts, Gawain dodged with the greatest speed. He evaded Tamara's attack, and upon landing, his body sprung up, but as he was about to rise, his right hand touched a piece of cold metal.
He looked down and saw the broken half of a longsword.
"Cursed Sword?"
Unarmed and grievously injured, without time to think further, Gawain gripped the half-sword and raised it to block.
The remnants of dark energy lingered on the blade, surging into his body and jolting Gawain.