Bab 268: Battle For Ircron : Just In Time

'This- This is-' the iron king's arms shook under the weight of the strikes, the soil rumbled under the weight of the revenant behind, instantly, as soon as the fight began, the living king was put on the backfoot, at least, that was he felt, attempting to parry a simple swing of the undead's war scythe told him that he should not even think about challenging Loimos in a contest of strength.

Sparks flew in the air, blades grazing one another, Fioldron Ferrcrona tried to close the distance in between them, otherwise, Loimos would retain the reach advantage, pulling his polearm back, the royal courier manifested a curved dagger on his free hand, rapidly swinging, his wrist snapping around to allow back and forth slashes.

The king's forearm ached as he used his vambrace to block the strikes, stabbing his blade at the guts of the undead.