Readjusting my grip on the daggers so that their tip was facing down at the ground, I stared at Liam, who was simply waiting for me to make the first move.
Taking the opportunity, I rushed forward with my daggers still facing the floor, feeling the cold air brush against my face.
Reaching Liam’s body, I swung both my heads straight up to the sky, intending to hit Liam with a dirty uppercut.
As expected, Liam dodged to the right as my left dagger was closer to reaching him.
Readjusting myself mid-swing, I sidestepped to the right so that I was now perpendicular to Liam.
Then, without any hesitation, I surged my hand and dagger forward, forcing Liam to finally raise his sword and parry the attack.
As Liam recovered from his party and got ready to counterattack, I immediately backtracked, retreating a few steps backward.
"Huh...it’s not that cold, is it?"
As I stood still and faced Liam, who seemed to be finally serious with a hardened expression, I realized that I had just completely forgotten that it was cold.
In fact, I felt more comfortable here than in the classroom where the heaters were blasting air in.
Shrugging his shoulders at my words, which I thought he hadn’t heard, Liam took a step toward me and replied.
"It was never cold."
"..?"
After saying those words, Liam immediately closed the distance between the two of us and trusted his sword forward at my chest.
Unable to dodge on time, I desperately raised both my daggers to my chest and crossed them, creating an "X" and blocking.
As Liam’s sword collided with my dagger’s "X," I stumbled backward due to the impact before immediately regaining my footing.
Not wasting his momentum, Liam raised his sword up to the sky immedating crashing it down at my head, creating a beautiful half-crescent arc.
Prepared for Liam’s attack, I side-stepped to the right, narrowly avoiding his sword swing.
However, it seemed that Liam had been prepared as he stopped his sword mid-arc at the height of my waist and then rammed it to the right.
Not having enough time to dodge and knowing that a worse counter attack would be aimed my way if I parried with my daggers and gave him another chance, I simply let his sword swing into my chest.
"AH!"
Grunting as his sword hit my chest, I didn’t hesitate to immediately lunge forward with my attacks, catching his frozen figure off guard.
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Liam was to my right, so I swung the dagger in my right hand first, causing him to immediately backpedal and take a step backward.
Smiling that my fake had worked, I immediately jumped forward and pushed the danger in my left hand forward and to the right, making a semi-circle with my dagger.
As my dagger finished its semi-circle arc, I felt its wooden body suddenly come to a stop, and without any waiting, I jumped backward.
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The next second, a counter-attack sword swing hit my previous location, barely missing me.
Panting and clutching my stomach, I stared at Liam, who was doing...the same exact thing.
A blow for a blow.
As I took massive deep breaths in and out, clouds of white smoke emerged from my mouth, making it seem as if I were smoking a cigarette.
Shifting my gaze downward, I made eye contact with Liam, who seemed to be wearing an expression that said, "Are you ready yet?"
Smirking, I nodded my head and once again readjusted my grip on my daggers, intending to actually engage with Liam in close combat rather than dodging and going for counterattacks.
My right dagger was held horizontally, right below my face and in front of my stomach, while my dagger in my left hand was slanted while facing the ground and behind me.
One for attacking and one for counter-attacking and parrying.
In close quarters, my daggers were actually better than Liam’s sword as I was able to get in my attacks before second than him as I had two weapons to hit him with.
Simultaneously, both of us rushed forward, instantly meeting a couple of meters away as Liam’s sword burst forward with an incredible amount of speed.
Raising my left danger, I attempted to block the slash with one weapon.
And, just as Liam’s sword was about to collide with the dagger in my left hand, I thrust my dagger forward at his chest.
Unlike last time, this would be an unequal exchange.
Although Liam’s sword could easily push through my single left dagger and come at my body, it would have to halt for at least a millisecond when it made contact with my dagger.
Then, in that time, before Liam could strike at my body, my right dagger would reach him.
Going perfectly, I felt my left dagger fall back and almost out of my hand as Liam’s sword brutally hit it.
Then, a millisecond later, I felt my right dagger hit something hard and halt.
Liam, whose sword was about to hit me, suddenly slowed as my right dagger hit him, causing him to fall back for a second.
Not missing the chance, I twisted my body to the right before regripping my left dagger and ramming it forward.
Not even a second later, the tip of my wooden left dagger made contact with Liam’s shirt, pushing him and his sword backward.
Readying my daggers and putting them in their original positions, I patiently waited and stared at Liam, who was less than a step away from me.
Though he wasn’t clutching his stomach, where I had hit him with my left dagger, or his shoulder, where I had him with my right, I could tell he was feeling it.
His breaths fastened as his eyes were starting to squint, as if he obviously tried to avoid showing the pain.
Although the weapons were wooden, they still hurt.
After all, we were both C-ranks and attacking without holding any strength or speed back.
Wanting to get inside his head and figure out his intentions for challenging me, I asked.
"Are you done?"