According to a certain expert, the direction of combat from the very beginning quickly devolves from a clash of technique, to a clash of instinct.
Reaction time. Arm strength. Hand to Eye coordination.
All these factors, combined with the intensity of the split second deciding factor were the true determinants of battle;
The point where technique faded into the background, becoming the foundation for all these things.
Cain realized, that in the storm of clashing steel, something was changing in him.
Sure, he was currently in grave danger.
The Steel Herald was a dangerous foe.
Even with its incredible magic power and Mana pool, its physical body was impractically tough.
Harder than enchanted steel, every part of its body was a weapon.
To make matters worse, even if he managed to damage the profane creature, it regenerated at a frightening speed.
Just like him.
'Like father like son, huh...'
'Definitely not! I'm way too young to a father!'
