The pain flooded his systems, that sensation that his body transmitted to him that little by little was succumbing to the punishment. With the battle's psychological pressure and tension, Desmond had to grit his teeth and swallow it all to stay on his feet.
Desmond's arms began to buckle, unable to withstand the thrust of the beam of light. The sword in his hands trembled due to his inability to hold it properly.
Although Desmond couldn't see past himself due to the blinding light, he knew where this attack was coming from.
Xavier, the strongest of the holy knights, had arrived at the scene and couldn't wait to bite Desmond to death.
"Do not underestimate me."
With a gasp, Desmond changed the angle of his sword, thus redirecting some of the pressure exerted by Xavier's attack. Until now, Desmond had remained firmly rooted to the ground, leaving a trail of broken stone slabs in his wake.
