The man's large sword plunged down at Irene. Naturally, Irene sidestepped while raising her weapon.
There weren’t many who could match the swordsmanship Irene had learned from Ian.
After all, who could defeat the daughter of the God of Swords with a sword?
Irene, deflecting the man's sword lightly, let out a small laugh and raised her elbow.
Thump.
Along with a dull sound, the man was pushed back by Irene’s elbow.
The man grimaced as if in pain, stepped back, and tightened his grip.
"Ugh."
Groaning, the man charged forward.
Irene moved her sword in response.
It flowed smoothly like water and swirled to push away the man's attack while aiming to slash his throat in one stroke.
"Gulp!"
The man was startled and retreated.
If she had continued, she would have slashed the man's throat as it was.
Irene clicked her tongue.
"What are you doing here, Irene?"
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