Calamity of the Dragon (2)
The princess's words slowed as her breath beca shorter.
The difference was minimal, almost negligible, but even that slight change opened up a path.
For the past ten days, Clay had trained to close this very distance.
The countless techniques he'd perford against Tedric, dozens, hundreds of tis, were all for this mont.
Using the footwork included in the Hidden Star Sword's 3rd technique, he could instantly close a distance of about six ters.
That was exactly the distance between Clay and the princess right now.
'Hidden Star Sword, Second Half, Third Technique - teor.'
He raised his sword, gripped in his right hand, horizontally and high.
This was more of a thrusting motion than a swinging one.
Piiiiiing!
Like an arrow tearing through the wind, his form shot out at her. Faster than a voice could form words.
Just as the technique's na implied, he flew like a teor and struck the dragon's horn.
Ka-ga-ga-gang!
"Khk?!"
As horn and sword collided, crimson sparks erupted.
An attack that Clay had thought would pierce right through only succeeded in making a long gash.
'Too shallow!'
Even though the sword was imbued with magic power, the dragon's horn didn't break. It only left a rough scratch, and that was all.
But that didn't an there was no gain.
Now, one thing had beco certain.
'The horn is definitely weaker than the rest!'
So far, the princess's body hadn't suffered a single wound despite countless attacks from the soldiers.
Neither arrows nor the mages' spells left so much as a mark on her skin.
Yet Clay's sword strike had left a clear wound on the princess's horn.
"Aaaargh!"
Crack!
Seized by pain for the first ti, the princess's arm lashed out and struck Clay's body.
He reflexively threw himself backward, but that alone wasn't enough to fully lessen the impact.
"Ghah!"
Contrary to her delicate appearance, the princess's physical strength was trendous.
It was like being hit by a giant stone pillar.
"Ghah! Khak, khak!"
It was only after flying several ters and rolling across the snowy field that Clay finally managed to stop himself.
Each breath brought stabbing pain to his lungs.
It wasn't just painful—it was to the extent he wondered if he might die right there.
'... Still, I got lucky.'
He managed a small sigh of relief at the feeling against his back.
If he hadn't caught himself on a tree trunk, he might have rolled down to the foot of the mountain range.
'I think I've cracked a few ribs.'
He struggled to stand, but he couldn't breathe properly.
But he hadn't been the only one seriously wounded.
The princess, too, was clutching her horn and screaming in agony.
"Aaaaahh, aaaaaaaah!"
Her golden eyes darted around as her human reason and the dragon's instincts tangled.
This was clearly the mont to strike, but even taking a single step forward was too much for him right now.
'... Hey, you said my sword should be more than enough to break that horn.'
[I did say, "Probably
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