Like a Borzoi chasing after a bone thrown by its master, Throk charged without hesitation at Groggle.
As soon as he saw he was at the right distance from his opponent, he swung the sword he held in his only still-functioning hand with all the power he could muster in his condition.
The sword sliced through the air but failed to reach its target.
Adall was far too quick to let it touch him.
He sidestepped to avoid the path of the sword, stepped back, or even twisted into positions that only the most agile could imagine. There were so many movements he could perform in this situation, and he was clearly not holding back.
His goal was to tire Throk out before launching his own offensive, and he was succeeding, as Throk's speed had significantly dropped compared to the start of this game they were playing, which could be called "Try to Hit Me if You Can."
Throk was starting to feel uneasy.
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