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- Though they all held swords, no one moved to attack. At first, they had, despite their fear, but even if they were lucky enough to slip past his defense, they couldn’t put so much as a nick in his armor. And in response, the death knight didn’t even bother with his sword; he just knocked them flying with his shield, hitting them hard, but not so hard they’d die. His aim in holding back was “play.” It was clear he relished the pathetic humans’ frantic struggle.
- He only swung his sword like he meant it when someone tried to run away. The first who had tried to run was Lilick, a good-natured enough fellow, if an obnoxious drunk. In a flash, all four of his limbs had been severed, and as the finishing touch, his head was lopped off. Seeing one of their own die was enough for the others to learn they couldn’t run.
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- Volume 1, Chapter 3.4
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