Joint attack is surprisingly a technique that requires long training.
The battlefield is a place where life and blades come and go. In a confrontation between highly skilled killers, not mere small fry, even the smallest gap can decide life and death.
Let alone swinging weapons together with a partner whose hands and feet don’t match well.
There was a high risk of obstructing each other’s paths if not careful. And in a place where even a hesitation of a split second can take a life, that’s the battlefield, isn’t it?
So it was unexpected.
The fact that the girl and my hands and feet were meshing surprisingly naturally. Like gears fitting together, the girl was assisting as if predicting my attacks.
Not to mention her own power was outstanding.
Once our breaths matched well, the utility of the combined strike was indescribable. Enough to make even that ‘vampire’ show a troubled expression.
The silver trajectory dashing forward, followed by blood-red threads.
The vampire deflected my sword…