Chapter 792: The Summer Villa Falls
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At first, Virve had charged Sir Cathal in a fierce rush to tear him limb from limb, but the old knight was far too experienced for blind rage and superior strength to overwhelm him. Now, wreathed in the flames of her fury, her attacks were precise, controlled, and intended to slowly tear apart her opponent’s defenses.
Virve tore long rents in Sir Cathal’s shield, destroying the proud sigil and ripping through his bracers and the chain beneath them, until her darksteel claws tore flesh and spilled blood. Half a heartbeat after ripping through his flesh, the sound of meat sizzling filled the air along with the pungent aroma of burned flesh.
"Rarrgghh!" Cathal shouted, swinging his arming sword low at Virve’s thighs, determined to extract some kind of price for the painful wound she’d inflicted on him. Once again, however, his arming sword only inflicted a shallow cut, made even less effective than his previous thrust because of the strange armor that seemed completely unaffected by the flames surrounding the witch.
The cold air of the winter morning did almost nothing to relieve the pressure of the heat emanating from the demon witch and sweat poured down his brow behind the visor of his helm as the temperature inside his armor rose like the inside of an oven.
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Cathal staggered backwards under the force of a heavy blow to his chest that caved in a portion of the breastplate like it had been struck by a blacksmith’s hammer. Underneath the layers of armor, his chest heaved, laboring for breath that refused to come until bright spots danced across his vision.
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