To Be a Power in the shadows part 2

chapter 103

The two leap to either side of the giant nata in evasion.

The giant nata slams into the ground, sending pieces of rubble flying all around.

From within the cloud of rubble, Tyrant glares at his two targets with sharp eyes, then settles on the one closer to him —— Claire.

He brazenly steps in, swinging his giant nata with both thick arms.

However, Claire is also closely watching Tyrant's movements.

Tyrant has both power and speed. However, his characteristics of his weapon forces him to make big motions. No matter how fast he may be, as long as Claire stays focused, she is able to follow with her eyes.

Sure enough, Claire manages to parry one such attack from Tyrant.

However, the weight of the attack turns out to be far beyond what she had expected. Her face turns into a grimace, and her follow up attack is delayed by a fraction of a second.

That tiny delay was more than enough for Tyrant.

"All you fucking swordsmen move the exact same fucking way!"

Before Claire had noticed, Tyrant has switched to a one-handed grip. His free arm explodes into Claire's face.

"CLAIRE!!"

Milia is about to dash forward in support, but Tyrant nails her down with his eyes.

Claire is sent flying and rolls on the ground. But immediately afterwards, she gets right back up like it was nothing.

Then she spits out some blood.

"Oww~ You gave me a cut inside my mouth......"

Claire scowls at Tyrant.

Tyrant skillfully raises one eyebrow and laughs. For some reason, there is a shallow cut on his abdomen.

"Most fucktards go down with just that one shot, though. You fucker, you're used to this."

"Thanks to a certain failure of a younger brother of mine."

Claire bares her blood-stained teeth in a grin.

When receiving that punch just now, she had offset the impact and also slashed back at Tyrant at the same time.

Claire does a few practice swings as if to confirm the state of her body, then spits out some saliva stained with blood.

"A man who only knows violence. You have no finesse nor technique."

Claire is putting up a strong front, but the situation is not as favorable as she is making it out to be. The wound inside her mouth is bleeding profusely, and her head is still slightly reeling from the shock of the punch just now. It was a mistake to go for the simultaneous exchange. The amount of damage from one attack is just too different between the two of them.

"You're right, I've never learned a single technique. Cus I've never fucking needed to!"

With that, he lunges at Claire in attack.

Tyrant's strength comes from his naturally high physical prowess, his large magic reserve, and his overwhelming battle sense. His fighting needs no techniques. For him, technique would be but mere shackles.

In the face of his brute force swing, Claire once again attempts a parry.

However, the shock of the attack ends up flowing into her body.

Her footing is unsteady. The damage to her brain has yet to dissipate.

"——!!"

Tyrant is not one who would overlook such an opening.