When Dinger said that, cheers rose from all around. I could feel an enormous amount of expectation—for these two. That meant I shouldn't win too easily. The best outcome would be a narrow win for me that still left these two their honor.
Ignoring my calculations, Dinger raised his greatsword diagonally and brought it down with a:
"Hun!!"
The wind pressure was incredible! I showed the wind blown by that pressure as I stepped back. An "Oooh!" voice reached me. Was the knight order all right being like this? I thought, but the sword was swung again; I dodged. It swept; I dodged. The motion was large so I could tell the direction of the sword. I thought he needed to use a shorter sword.
"Eeeeii, you fidgety little—! Don't just keep running—trade blows—!!"
He shouted, but if I took your sword my own sword would break or disappear. And yet from somewhere a familiar man's shout came:
"Trade blows fair and square—!!"
