After our armed sparring session, we trudged up to the main level. Yes, I had been practicing my weapon arts as well.
Michael had learned to wield blades directly from the Prince of Broken Swords, Xaldreth.
Sure, that was one hell of a cheat code, but his own natural talent was undeniably terrifying.
He excelled in redirecting the momentum of his opponent's weapon to continuously throw them off-balance, making him someone not easy to trade blows with. I had seen Juliana using a similar technique.
But unlike her who mostly used it for defensive purposes, Michael used to combine that sneaky redirection with sharp, mechanically precise slices and thrusts.
These days, however, that surgical precision had dulled because of his blind spot.
Whenever I tried to close in from his right, he'd lose a fraction of a second repositioning himself to keep me in his left eye's field of vision. Otherwise, his stance would crumble.
