Eman and Harley took the exact same stance, holding the sword in front of them.
However, in this case, Harley was using Eman's style which he had been taught on the pirate ship.
"Too bad you missed my heart," Eman mumbled, cracking his neck.
Without saying a word, Eman moved forward, raising his sword upwards. Harley didn't wait for the attack to come to him and rushed forward to meet him.
Clank!
"Huh?" Eman raised the sword, spinning and swiping horizontally.
Harley blocked with the flat side of the silver sword, sliding backwards a bit.
"You got stronger. It hasn't even been long since we left the ship," Eman frowned, clicking his tongue.
Harley didn't take his eyes off the knight. A single distraction was all Eman needed to take him out. He had seen it with his own two eyes, the way Eman fought.
'And that sword burns flesh too.' He remembered the scene on the ship of Eman fighting against the captain — the speed and accuracy, the elegance.
