Ygrit stood up from the ground, furious yet solemn. He knew Greg wasn't some weak being he could defeat just by being aggressive.
Rubbing the small ring on his finger, a sword—massive compared to his frame—manifested in Ygrit's hands. He held it awkwardly, the weight almost comical against his thin arms.
Greg stared at Ygrit and the sword with interest, his expression curious rather than concerned.
"Are you sure you can use that?" he asked, fascinated by how someone with such a small frame could even carry such a weapon.
"Don't mock me, human. I'm going all out this time," Ygrit said coldly. In the next instant, he turned into a blur, appearing behind Greg without even disturbing the air. He raised the massive sword and swung it down with brutal force. However, to his dissatisfaction, his attack missed cleanly, slicing only empty air.
Greg, calm and fluid, turned smoothly and swung Heaven's Defier at Ygrit in retaliation.
