Seeing that his opponent now appeared weaker, the Captain was upon Gabriel once more his long black longsword came slashing again.
CLANG!
Gabriel raised Crimson Judgement horizontally to block the strike, his body sliding back half a step with the momentum. Then, with a twist of the blade, he redirected the second strike to the side.
Without Blood Rush, his speed had indeed slowed. But his combat experience had not disappeared.
The captain struck several times in succession. Each time, he was clearly faster than Gabriel, yet he still could not truly break through the defense of that crimson greatsword. And as time passed bit by bit, more and more blood flowed from his left eye.
Gabriel quickly understood.
The other man was racing against time.
The white mark was not without cost.
And that cost was even more severe than Blood Rush's.
Once Blood Exhaustion ended, he could still recover.
