Chapter 9: The Tin Knight and The City of Pleasure (3)
This was the second time Ronnie Roxly had witnessed the Tin Knight in combat.
In truth, it would be a bit of a stretch to say she properly “witnessed” the first fight.
Night coveted the world, and Ronnie was bound—rolling helplessly on the ground. The sudden upheaval of events left her too preoccupied to leisurely observe anything.
While she understood intellectually that the Tin Knight was formidable after seeing the aftermath of his one-sided assault against the bandits, she hadn’t fully grasped it.
But now that she could properly see the Tin Knight’s fight, it was different.
“...”
Ronnie stared blankly, her eyes wide open—transfixed by the sight before her.
There were no special techniques or skills.
His attacks were all strikes using fists or elbows, and his defense could hardly be called clean, even as a courtesy.
The sound of scraping metal echoed intermittently, proof that he was taking some of the men’s blows with his very armor.
In a way, it looked like he was just rampaging, relying on the performance of his armor.