The knight held the knife that passed through the back of Ron and penetrated the leather-covered torso.
Ron's blood flowed from the wound to the sword. Dripping from the tip as the life in his eyes dulled.
[Sip!]
The knight removed the blade, and Ron's body dropped to the ground. It unequipped its blade, and looked down at Ron for a few seconds, studying him for any sign of life.
After noticing nothing! It left the spot like a marching soldier in the direction of Baldur's fight before.
[CLAnK!]
A blade hit at its joint, tearing apart its hands. It brought out its sword but had to jump back as a blade cut at its neck.
The knight retreated as it observed the 'man?'
The place Ron had been stabbed slowly closed, stitching itself together like a seamstress sewing cloth.
His veins looked gray along with his eyes, lips chapped with a breath as bleak as a corpse.
The blade dancer placed his sword sideways above his head and the other past his hip.
"Dance of the Titanus!"
