Evading a two-handed strike, Aramap stepped back, thrusting his spear forward, steel grinding against steel, sparks flying as the strike was diverted along the entire length of the broad, executioner's sword.
Erestel's blade was broad enough to serve as a functioning shield, the first knight realised this early, the undead fond of never stepping back, whether he was attacking or defending, the grasping knight would always be taking steps forward, and when the living tried to make distance…
