Chapter 22: One man army
Previously~
"You came into my lands," Henry interrupted, stepping forward. "Burned villages. Tortured innocents. And you think I care about your marble and robes?"
The tension snapped.
With a shout, the templars rushed forward, blades drawn, golden cloaks billowing.
Henry, unarmed, rolled his neck, smirked—
And walked into the storm.
Scene ends.
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Boots thundered on stone as templars charged. Dust rose. Torches flickered.
He didn't dodge the first swing—he caught it. Steel screeched against bone as his bare hand seized the templar's wrist. Then snapped it sideways with a crunch.
Another templar lunged- shield raised, textbook form. Henry sidestepped, then caught the back of his neck hurling him towards two more.