A Turn Around

Asher squinted, his expression hardening. The regeneration wasn't the surprise—General Clegane had briefed him about it. No, it was their sheer battle experience that rattled him.

Even he paled in comparison.

But that was where it ended. In strength, speed, durability—and especially in armor—he held the upper hand. Only a fool would forget that.

With a powerful step forward, Asher swung his sword with crushing force. It collided with the Immortal's blade. The parry failed—his raw power knocked the sword from the soldier's grasp.

The Immortal barely had time to raise his shield before Asher's sword punched through it, metal shrieking as it tore through the other side—and exited through the soldier's throat.

Asher wrenched the blade free and, with a brutal follow-up swing, cleaved off the Immortal's head.

The corpse staggered, then crumpled.

Another attacker came from behind.