His blade clashed against the generals heavy armor as it wasn't strong enough to slash through it. "You think you could break through my armor that easily? The Great General Nori would never be that weak. Hahaha." He speaks before laughing as he looks down at Artemis.
Nori didn't hesitate to initiate his next attack towards Artemis whatsoever.
A fist like stone crashed toward Artemis's ribs. He twisted—barely ducking under it—feeling the shockwave brush past his cheek.
He staggered back, boots scraping against broken stone. Grit filled his mouth, his fingers aching from the jarring impact.
"Tch… Damn it," he hissed.
Nori advanced. Slow. Methodical. Each step was a promise of death.
Artemis lunged again, feinting low before slashing high—but Nori caught the blade on his gauntlet, twisted, and nearly tore the sword from Artemis's hands.
Power. Precision. Control.
Artemis was fast—but Nori was unmovable.
He quickly backed up after that and took a second to assess the battle.
