Grey exhaled a breath and then Helion's sword was already upon him. Without missing a beat, Grey punched at it with his small parry shield. It was an attack that left no room for error. Just the slightest misstep and the blade would rip through his arm and then his chest right after.
Yet, the confidence in Grey's eyes didn't leave the slightest room for hesitation. His body was already back in tiptop shape after he used the Helm of Grace to revert it to three seconds before Zephros landed that blow.
And now, he was even stronger than before.
He could hear Zephros' rhythm building up in the distance. He was standing still, probably about to use Sacred Bulwark and Hallowed Endurance to fully heal himself. He didn't have the skill to do that while in the middle of battle, but if Helion distracted Grey first, he could manage it.
And Grey didn't feel like allowing that to happen.
DENG.
