"Arghh!!!"
A piercing scream shattered the silence, drawing the knights' attention. The mist had now cleared up and now when they looked at the source of the scream, Damien materialized behind Gunther, an ice sword protruding from his gut.
Reggie's eyes blazed with fury, while Randal clenched his fists in frustration. Damien raised a hand, halting their advance.
"I aimed for the gut intentionally," Damien sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He yanked Gunther back, his arm coiling around Gunther's neck.
"Feeling great, Gunther?" Damien taunted, relishing in Gunther's agony.
Gritting his teeth, Gunther glared at Damien with searing hate, unable to comprehend how Damien had pierced his shadow form.
The other knights stood frozen, torn between the desire to retaliate and the need to protect their comrade. Their bodies tensed, but they dared not make a move, knowing any action could jeopardize Gunther's life.
