The Doctor was stunned. “What is the meaning of this?”
He took a few steps back and put his sword up. His eyes observed the weapon in his hand. He made a slash on the right side, then on the left. Then he laughed.
“Hah! I knew it; this was a trick; you are trying to make me lose my composure. You are more formidable than I thought, Your Highness.” The Doctor laughed as he charged back again.
Darce did not lose his composure. He just scoffed at the incoming attack and blocked them again. Their clashes are similar to the previous. “I am not undermining you. It is just you are the same as your pawns. You dash into a fight without a plan. The weight of your weapon makes it blind to your opponent; thus, it seems you are fast. However, you are struggling to keep up with your opponent. You even put the drug in the air anytime you fight, making the opponent move slower.”
Darce moved and hit his arms with the back of the spear.