His movements were refined. I was at awe how deliberate his attacks were. Each strike had a beautiful savagery to it; dictating the flow of exchange. Even the way he wielded the Black Conduit spoke of a certain creativity. Two of my men charged from the side. His circular shield caught the brunt of one on his right, while the cudgel absorbed a blow from his left. He gyrated, sending the men stumbling through their momentum and bringing the weight of the cudgel down onto the right-attacker. Two more soldiers charged from the front. The akar knocked aside the first blow with his cudgel and swung
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