"And how are we doing here?" asked Li from high above, his floating platform of roots giving him bird's eye vantage point of the developing battle, and developed it had.
"A challenge, aye, but one within realm of reason for my fist!" shouted Old Thane as used his arm to block a hacking slash from a skeletal guardian, an advanced variant of skeletal knight that had a level of near thirty.
The guardian's broadsword dug in an inch into Old Thane's forearm, but no more, finding it hard to cut into [Iron Skin] boosted flesh. He flexed his forearm, causing muscle to contract over the blade and trap it before socking the guardian in its breastplate. A breastplate that was noticeably less rusted and more robust in both shine and strength than that worn by its lesser counterparts.
