Karna was forced back a few steps, a bruise on his face beginning to heal. This was not going as well as he would've liked. He and the Golden King had exchanged blows for almost 15 minutes now, and things were not in his favor. Minus the fact that he had turned Gilgamesh's armor into a dented mess, he had done superficial damage. It was clear to him that he would never win in a fistfight at this rate.
'But... I said myself that the result would not matter'Truly just as the king before him, he was enjoying this fight more than any other he had ever participated in. He had been so into it that he had barely noticed that they had been caged and turned into an exposition. However, fighting with fists only was getting slightly dull, and Karna was at a disadvantage, his body covered in bruises, cuts and cracks in his armor that were regenerating at rapid speeds.
Molding his Brahmastra into the shape of a
short sword and shield, Karna pressed the attack, catching each of Gilgamesh's blows with the nigh-unbreakable sword and shield while laying down a fierce counterattack.
Minutes passed as golden fists met black sword and shield before Karna saw his opening. His opponent, in a brief moment of carelessness, had left his left shoulder open, and Karna struck, even as a fist bore down on the left side of his face, burrowing the sword deep between the Golden Hero's shoulder blades before sending him him flying with a shield slam to the midsection.