Kapitel 694: The fight (3)

"What sort of childish way to fight is this?" Denver growled, his frustration seeping through the cracks of his usually composed demeanor. His broadsword gleamed in the torchlight, poised for another swing, but his grip tightened, and his knuckles whitened as he watched Leo with growing irritation.

Leo's movements were unlike anything Denver had encountered before. Instead of adhering to any discernible rhythm or technique, Leo darted unpredictably, throwing his dagger one moment and then feinting with exaggerated motions the next.

At one point, he even kicked his airborne dagger, causing it to spiral mid-flight and hit Denver squarely with the flat side, as the entire attack made absolutely no sense?

"Oops…." Leo said, as it was clear from his voice, that he did not intend for the dagger to come towards Denver with its flat end.

He very much wanted to impale the man, but had misjudged how to kick it, since he had never practiced such a move before.