Chapter 96: Round 2 (2)
The respite they’d managed to steal lasted mere moments before battle resumed in earnest. Jonas, face set with grim determination, summoned his shield once more. Taking point, he positioned himself at the front, the shield humming with energy as he readied his stance.
"Stay sharp," Jonas called over his shoulder, his voice echoing against the cold stone walls.
The sheepman charged forward with unexpected speed. Its armor scraped against the stone floor, sending sparks flying in its wake as it brought its wicked blade down in a vicious arc toward Jonas’s head.
The sword met the shield with a resounding clang that reverberated through the corridor. Jonas braced himself as the knight’s blade bounced harmlessly off his shield, the impact sending tremors up his arm but leaving him unharmed.
Arthur, seeing his opportunity, darted from the shadows with precision. He circled wide, using Jonas as a distraction while he maneuvered to strike from the flank, his footfalls ghostly quiet against the ancient floor.
With the sheepman’s attention fixed on Jonas, Arthur struck. His blade whistled through the air in an upward swing, a blur in the dim light. The sheepman sensed the attack at the last possible moment, twisting its armored body just enough that Arthur’s sword glanced off its pauldron in a shower of brilliant sparks.
Arthur didn’t hesitate. He pressed forward, stepping deep into the sheepman’s guard. His sword became a blur of motion – a relentless flurry of strikes that forced the knight onto its back foot. Each attack came faster than the last, a testament to Arthur’s enhanced speed, leaving the sheepman desperately parrying, its movements growing increasingly frantic as it struggled to match Arthur’s pace.
"Now, Jonas!" Arthur called between strikes, his voice strained with exertion.
Jonas seized the opening, he lunged forward with the full weight of his body enhanced by his ability behind the blow and connected with the sheepman’s helm. The sound was deafening – a thunderclap in the confined space – as Jonas’s ability-enhanced punch left a deep, warped dent in the creature’s helmet. The sheepman staggered backward, momentarily disoriented by the powerful blow.