As the foe before him presses on, Valkerion’s sword is now knocked out of the way and he finds himself struck by the “storm” of strikes. Damn he’s quick too! “...” silently, the armored avenger is sent flying towards the opposite end of the stadium.
Come on, steady yourself. Just like you’ve trained! Folding out his metal wings he slows his momentum and stabbing his blade into the floor he comes to a stop. “Nice!” Nice he cracks his neck, luckily the armor he wears prevented Valkerion from taking too serious of damage. I’m a little sore though... to think he could damage through my metal armor!
He looks back toward enelsan now to prepare. “What kinda mad man presses on in this regard? Who are you?”