Already, you've killed almost a third of the knights, but without challenging them one on one, you never would've had a chance of victory.

"Fine! I, Markus, shall take you on, wielder of Secace! You are unworthy to hold that blade!" One of the knights charges at you, naming himself Markus. Unfortunately, he's still just a mob character with the exact same armor as the rest, so...

You step past his attack effortlessly, scratching a rune onto his armor as you pass him by before kicking his feet out from under him. The rune on his armor activates as you do, incinerating the knight within the plate-mail before he hits the ground.

These duels continue, with you having the upper hand in every single duel, over and over do you swing your sword with lethal accuracy, but by the ninetieth of the Enforcer Knights, your stamina is beginning to flag. You magical energy is running on exhaust fumes, and you've managed to sustain more than a few injuries in the battle, even though your healing factor allows you to rapidly heal the damage, it still saps your energy for every cut and bruise healed.

"What's the matter? Getting tired?!" The ninetieth night yells at you, and you sidestep his attack with disinterest in your eyes.

"What a generic line." You feign a yawn as you bring Secace down on the man, splitting his head in twain and causing him to disappear just like the eighty nine you've already slain.

Part 42