It's been half an hour since Eren and Ivor started their duel.
Eren had a superior understanding of his dagger arts to support his precise, lethal, and well-calibrated moves. While Ivor had his armor to count on. Ivor's armor seemed to become more durable as he held on to his position.
Even so, Osan Junior was not having a walk in the park. He had a grim face as he fought with Eren.
Osan Jr. had pressed his lips against each other to prevent himself from yelling in pain. He knew from the intensity of pain he experienced through his armor. If Eren's attack had landed on his bare body without the armor protecting him, he would have been turned into an upright meat rotisserie long ago.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
