Path of the Berserker - Chapter 45Book 2:

... ained my form, Phalanx Glaive resting solidly upon my right shoulder with my axe held low in my left hand. My breath frosted in the frigid morning air, a slow exhale as to not make a sound. It was not to mask my presence however, but rather to not cloud my hearing to detect someone else’s.

I sensed the attack before I even saw it.

Three jian blades stabbing the air.

I shifted and parried all three attacks with my axe.

I still hadn’t seen Fia yet, but I started swi ...