Sylvester only wore a rank plate that showed his rank as a wizard, but nobody knew his knight wizard rank. So this was the day the world shall know, the day the world learnt that he was not just a wizard and a bard, but a ruthless knight too.
His spear shined bright, and crystal-like edges appeared at its tip. He didn't walk towards the enemy as that was foolish, though he used all his knightly magic knowledge to strengthen his body.
His arms and legs, all the joints, appeared to have a vaguely invisible light shrouding them as if it was armour over his armour. His red cape stopped fluttering as if it had become heavy, and the ground beneath his feet started to crack.
"The rune you made has a flaw." Sylvester started. "And that flaw is…"
