Chapter 65: Fool’s tomb (4)
The undead warrior reacted instantly, gracefully dodging the coordinated attack and putting some distance between itself and its opponents.
"Slippery bastard." Maya grumbled.
Cassian assessed the monster - while every undead up to a zombie was an empty husk, Devourers maintained some of their skills and muscle memory after becoming undead. He could see that whoever the body belonged to during life clearly knew his way around a sword.
"How did he even find a body of someone who can fight? I thought they were supposed to be nobles!" Maya grunted, barley avoiding a slash of the enemy blade.
"We’re you under the impression that all nobles just eat and lounge around?" Cassian shouted back, fruitlessly attacking the undead knight. "Knights are also nobles, and even if we don’t count them plenty of people in the high society pick up the sword - that’s the one thing they’re expected to do."
"Well, I stand corrected - but do you have a plan how to defeat this guy?"
Cassian locked swords with the monster.
"Let me think..."
The style he was fighting with belonged to a Duelist, a formally trained swordsman who haven’t actually fought outside a tournament. It meant that he would likely stumble if he changed the rules somehow, but can he do so?
During a brief respite his eyes fell on Elira and an idea formed in his mind.
"Ellie, can you use your druid powers down here?"
"I don’t know I have some seeds with me but I can’t tell if the city’s array still protects us from the Blight this deep - especially with fools protection."