The dark gold braids swung violently behind his head, and the heroic wheat-colored face was filled with determination and murderous intent.
The sharp sword blade gleamed with a cold light and tore through the air. Under the effect of the battle skill known as "Straight Stab," it gathered all the strength of the body into one point, suddenly bursting forth with a forward step.
"Slash."
Without the slightest obstruction, the sword tip crossed the barrier of space and instantly pierced into the side of the standing brown bear.
With astonishing precision, it keenly targeted the vital heart buried deep within the muscle and diaphragm.
Piercing through.
Withdrawing the sword.
Retreating.
As its life entered a countdown, the brown bear roared wildly, futilely waving its claws, hoping to take down an enemy in its final moments.
Each strike, however, was firmly blocked by the metal round shield.
The force grew weaker and the roars gradually faded.
