CH38

The force from the first strike of the man's attack was enough to push Vaughan backwards. He managed to grip his heels into the dirt but even that was only enough to steady himself for a short moment. He was thankful that he had brought along the Immortal Wanderer's two-handed claymore with him. A strike from that axe would have probably broken most other weapons, especially with the force the other man put behind his strikes.

A bead of sweat dripped down Vaughan's forehead as he held his blade steady. He couldn't find an opening in the other man's attack that didn't cause Vaughan to become vulnerable himself. Unlike most men who would be slowed down by such a large weapon, this person did not seem hindered at all. Vaughan noticed, however, that despite the man's brute strength, he lacked any real battle knowledge. If he could only use that against him. Vaughan, however, was not as fast with his blade, nor as strong. He was the best human warrior in the land, this was true, b