Chapter 52: The Beast

A sword flashed in the night, as it cut a little into a white cape. Gleeward moved away before the enemy could cut anything else, he smiled as he looked at the man with a large scar on his face.

He then held his sword with one hand this time, the other man seemed to stop for a second, as though he knew that something bad was going to happen. The Fierce Lion looked at them, as he smiled behind his helmet.

'The signature move of the Claws of Death style of swordsmanship, I heard that Aron the Great used this move a lot, which is why he's so known in the history of the Rosendar continent, I even heard some people compare me to him since I also charge head on!'.

Gleeward was still smiling, as he looked at his opponent, he then jumped up as fast as he could, and traveled so fast, that most of the guards of the Cavias family couldn't see him anymore. The other man braced himself and attacked at full strength.

Gleeward took the attack to his left shoulder, and caught the sword in his hand, the man sighed, as though he had expected that to happen. After all, this style of fighting was called, the Claws of Death for a reason.

You had to take the enemy's attack head and go through it, catching your enemy by surprise, as well as getting very close to him, taking away his weapon, and attacking with yours.

Still, what the man with a big scar did next shocked Gleeward a little, the man voluntarily let go of his sword and decided not to try and grapple with Gleeward for it, in a test of strength.

But, the man didn't stop there, he quickly unsheathed a small dagger from his bosom, the chief of guards for the Ankston family was at a loss for words, as he quickly tried his best to dodge out of the attack, but couldn't.

The man was so fast with his dagger, while the distance didn't allow Gleeward to fight with his sword, and just now, he had also been injured by the man's sword to his left shoulder, so, he was already in extreme pain, Gleeward gritted his teeth hard, and tried his best to defend instead.

But, unfortunately for him, after three attacks, which he defended against very well, the next ones were increasing in their speed, Gleeward had no time to escape from there, and the man didn't stop his attacks.

The man laughed as he said, "You were wrong to assume I am a swordsman, my weapon of choice is a dagger, if you had done a little research before coming here, you would have known that, they call me Dagger Boy!".

'Hah! Dammit! He's right, we should have probably done some research before coming here, or, well, not, because The Fierce Lion is here, and this guy is no real threat to my life, but, I do want to win by myself, I have to, especially in front of the lord on another family watching!', thought Gleeward to himself, as he tried to keep up with the incredible speed the other man used.

Unfortunately for him, that wasn't possible, since the other man was getting faster, and faster by the second, and now, some cuts had already started appearing all over Gleeward's body.

Still, Gleeward did something that made the man facing him, as well as everyone else, look at him in shock, he was, after all, using the Claws of Death style of swordsmanship, and there was a reason, that this style wasn't practiced all that much.

Even though the one who founded it, and used, was Aron the Great, one of the strongest swordsmen to ever live on the Rosendar continent, and even though the Court of Saviors respected the style, they didn't use it much, and even though their students to not use it either.

But, since Gleeward trained there to become stronger so that he could one day become the chief of guards for the Ankston family, he chose to use this style of fighting.

Gleeward let go of his sword, and took all the attacks coming to him, as he advanced, and threw a punch at the man leading this small group of Grey Dogs, gang members.

Everyone remembered the saying, 'Don't bring your fists to a sword fight!', it was just that, it seemed like Gleeward didn't know about it. Of course, many people were professionals in fighting with their bodies, and those could, of course, fight magicians, and swordsmen barehanded.

But, it was obvious that Gleeward wasn't one of them, he was a swordsman, still, he just threw a punch at the man who was trying to cut his throat with a dagger. The man had no choice but to dodge out of the way, but, he didn't expect to be kicked in the penis area next.

Gleeward had just done so, and the man had no choice but to retreat a little, he couldn't believe what had just happened, and neither could the others watching. Some even grumbled under their breath, "Hey, this is, not honorable in the least!".

But, the Fierce Lion's cold voice was heard next, "This is the true Claws of Death style! They fight using their bodies, take on injuries, and switch their style to what fits them the most at the moment, just like sir Gleeward has done here, you might think it's not honorable, but, if your life was on the line, would you not do the same?".

"I certainly would!", said one of the guards, he seemed to be in his forties, he was the second in command after the Black Lion and was considered to be as strong, as a fourth-star magician from the Black Tower.

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The other soldiers could only look on. Gleeward then took out the sword that was still attached to his left shoulder, it was a black sword. He smiled and advanced toward the man with a large scar on his face.

Gleeward looked very ferocious at the moment.

The Fierce Lion smiled to himself, as he thought, 'So, this is why he's called, the Beast! Because he becomes crazy like this!'. The Beast advanced toward the other man, who could only look in shock at him, he had barely recovered from the pain he felt in his lower region before he had to dodge an attack.

The man was a little shocked to notice something, 'He, he shouldn't be able to do this, his left arm, it shouldn't be working now! I made sure of that when I pierced him, so why?'. The answer to his question came from Gleeward.

"Hah! We learn how to adapt to these kinds of situations when we train in the style of the Claws of Death, how do you think I fought ten years ago?".

The man was shocked again as he thought, 'This guy lived through the war? No wonder he's this experienced, and can even think of solutions in seconds! Dammit! I have to do my best, if I am to die in the end, I must take him with me!'.

The man flashed his dagger, and threw it at the incoming Beast! Gleeward raised his left arm, as he let out a low grunt of pain. In the next second, his flesh was pierced by the dagger thrown. Still, he continued forward, and now, only three steps were between him and the man.

The man had already unsheathed another dagger, and was prepared to attack, but, he was once again shocked, as he saw Gleeward take out the dagger from his injured arm, and throw it back at him.

Even though Gleeward wasn't good at throwing things, he still learned a bit, and so, the man had to act fast to defend against the attack, and a cling was heard. But, before he could do anything, he felt a huge gust of wind coming toward him, it was from how fast, and strong the incoming attack from Gleeward was.

The black sword traveled through the air fast, and in seconds, it reached the man and pierced his gut. Instantly, blood started gushing out of the wound. The Beast took out the black sword, and took a few steps back, he also coughed some blood.

'Dammit! I can't continue like this for long, it hurts like shit! Dammit!', thought Gleeward, as he looked to see Ranson, the boy he trained in the Ankston family guards, looking at him in awe.

Gleeward smiled again, "Heh! Hey, let's end this, shall we?". The other man, who also coughed a little bit of blood, smiled, as he said, "So then, you're the person known as the Beast? You have to be him, I have heard quite a bit about him, to think my last fight would be against him, hahaha!".

Gleeward smiled, and said as well, "Don't worry, you're an opponent I will remember for life, I haven't been pushed this much in years, so you can be proud about that!". He also thought to himself, 'But, if we both had our eyes, I would no doubt have ended the fight already!'.

With that, the two of them ran toward one another, but, in the middle of doing so, the man stopped, and instead, threw his dagger at Gleeward. But, unfortunately for him, The Beast had been waiting for him to do so.

Gleeward deflected the dagger with the black sword, and continued forward, only to find the man running away, he couldn't believe it, but, he still ran after him. The man stopped to pick out the dagger that was covered in Gleeward's blood, and once again, he threw it at him.

This time, Gleeward wasn't ready, and his injuries had started to seriously affect him, so, the dagger landed, just not in the place it was supposed to him. Instead of hitting the Beast in his neck, it hit him in the chest, in the place close to where the heart was, but not where it was.

Still, this made Gleeward spit more blood, as well as let out a scream of pain. The other man couldn't hold on any longer, the injury he took in the gut had become unbearable, and so, he had no choice but to crawl, trying to reach Gleeward's sword, which was about five steps away from him.

But, the Beast didn't let him. Gleeward walked over there, and kicked the sword further away, he then looked at the man with a large scar on his face, who now rested on his back.

"That was a good fight! Don't you agree?". The man smiled, and said, "Indeed it was!". In the next second, the black sword cut off his head. The man had died.

Only now, did Gleeward take some of his healing potions, and drink them. They proved effective in healing him, especially since these were high quality. The Fierce Lion came to him, and said, "You're just like Asvin said you were, a fierce warrior, a Beast!".

Gleeward smiled, as he said, "It's an honor to hear that from you, lord Cavias, the Fierce Lion!".

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