Loopbound Death Reversal Chapter 6: Chapter 05: Seeing Through It

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Chapter 05: Seeing Through It A note from Bragi Fire Hope you could leave some comments if you like the story The sword clash, the clanging of steels echoes and a spark of fire exploded. The distance between the two is but a few feet from each other, their faces looking at each other The squire face was tense, but Henrik……he smiles and smirk. Which only make the squire feel weird Henrik could not read thoughts but if he could, he believes that the squire would be pretty perplexed why he is being hold of by a mere peasant. “I could read your pattern. Sometimes, it changed but some habits do not change!’ Henrik understood it by now. Sometimes, different situation and different time would lead people to do different things. In another battle, the squire would make a different move. But some habits are left behind. “You could help it” this was Henrik thought. Like a tic For some reason, this enemy of his would always attack from the right. And he could be shocked by some shout Maybe he is shocked when he was a child or maybe he has some kind of trauma. Though Henrik is not here to become his therapist. He just notices some things about this squire that he could make use of And that cut was not the decisive cut. This is his test. A testing cut. And he expected it to be parried. And just right at the cue, the squire parried it. Henrik look at the squire hand “It moved” A rising slash. Toward his face. He had fell for this before. Even though the squire is flustered he quickly regains his composure and this attack appear again. Though this time Henrik is ready He had seen this attack before. And he smiles. And he leaned back just enough for that strike to miss him by an inch He smiles But to those people peasant that saw this scene, they could not help but gasp. Around them there is still battle being fought and there is fire and screaming. But in this area some of the place is being held back by a defensive line and the peasant only need to fight against those people who break through the line. If he had run, then he might run into the place where the line is being held. Once he enters that area, there is only death So, ironically, the only safe place for him, is here. Fighting this squire in this somewhat empty area Of course, when Henrik thought of empty area, this empty area is actually very small. Around him there is still fighting but unlike the place where the others are fighting, there is a place for duel in this part On that other side, where battle lines are being held and breached, the attack is simply a hodgepodge of people rushing and killing and you could not even see the front and back as it is full of people Every once in a while some peasant would be felled down by the noble army. And sometimes, the soldiers of the noble would be cut down or smashed by the rebel army But there are also some that have some time to look at this battle. And when they look they could not help but be shocked They have never seen such a smooth move in a battle before. It is almost like Henrik has predicted the attack. This greenhorn, who knew he had such a talent in fighting? Henrik did not recognize these people, but some of these people recognize Henrik. Henrik is not able to think too much about these people, nor do he care about these people. Right now, it is like he is on a stage. And the lights are pointed towards him and this enemy of his Only this enemy exist in his eyes and in his senses. This state of extreme concentration. Like when you read a book and you did not realise how much time had passed. When you read a book, and for a moment you are transported to the scene in that book. That is how it felt for him. The sword edge missed by an inch, leaning just enough, the edge passed so close he felt the wind passes his face. “Now!” he reminded himself. The sword is upwards, and there is an opening, his hand moves, trusting his own strength “Do it fast!” he urges himself. Moving the sword on his hand, he made a slicing motion Shritt