WHOOSH.
The steel spear lunged forward like a striking viper.
Rex twisted his head violently to the right, letting the razor-sharp tip whistle past his cheek before embedding itself deep into the stone wall right beside his ear.
Without breaking rhythm, Rex drove a swift, snapping front kick straight into the spearwoman's torso.
THUD!
The impact caught her off guard, sending her stumbling three steps backward.
Rex pushed himself up from the floor, his muscles burning as he lunged forward to close the distance on the broadsword guard, throwing a heavy right hook.
The broadsword wielder neatly ducked under the punch, but that exposed Rex's flank— the longsword guard was already circling in behind him.
[Instinct]: "Left."
Rex twisted his hips around mid-motion, throwing a blind side kick backward to intercept.
The longsword guard managed to bring his blade up, blocking the shin strike with the flat of his iron sword.
