Rhett put up his buckler just in time to block Flint's staff, his expression behind the shield could be seen, and it showed one of determination.
Seeing that his opponent had blocked the attack, Flint slid the staff down the shield, spinning it in a sweeping motion, aimed at Rhett's feet.
Rhett reacted instantly, hopping back as the staff hit the ground, causing it to shake for a while. He countered with a forward bash, the buckler flashing a bit as he charged in.
Flint crossed his staff horizontally, absorbing the hit, but this time he was the one pushed back.
The crowd immediately reacted as they saw him get pushed back.
"That's it!" "The tasmanian devil finally met his match!" "Kick his angry ass Rhett!" "Don't give him a chance to recover!"
Unlike what the crowd was screaming, Rhett didn't press recklessly. He adjusted his stance, putting his golden transparent shield forward, his blade extended by his side.
Just as he had been taught.
