>>150749754
>the two accept and they pretty much make his next two weeks a living hell
>they drill him relentlessly, beat on him like a drum and cover him in bruises
>but he learns how to feint, block, parry, dodge, how to mind his footing, how to anticipate his opponent(at least somewhat) and even how to strike as well, when the opportunity appears
>the day of the duel comes and anon enters the ring
>the dude practically dances around him, twirling and pirouetting like a balleria, striking at anon at every chance
>he isnt really fighting though, he is playing with him, like a cat toying with its prey
>anon is barely holding his own, its like fighting an elf who has spent millennia learning the craft of the sword, while anon himself is just some human peasant conscripted and handed a glorified butter knife
>eventually, the noble is starting to get bored and offers him to concede, yield and survive
>but anon has one last trick up his sleeve
>he holds his own sword in an upside down stance and moves in closer, he swings it around to get the goetias attention
>then he throws it up into the air, the sword glinting in the sun as it flies, transfixing the noblemans son as he lifts his gaze up at the blade
>then anon decks him in the stomach
>the first thing both millie and loona have thought him
>never fight fair
>the goetia bends over, the wind knocked out of his lungs, and falls to his knees grasping for breath
>anon uses telekinesis to grab his sword that has fallen on the ground and returns the question
”What about you, do YOU yield?”