As he flipped himself around, the three-headed knight swept its swords through a multitude of the plunged blades, bisecting the old steel without any regard as it continued its relentless assault.
Finding an opening was like finding a needle in a haystack; the countless arms, the limitless stamina, and the deathly strength of the undead–a single failure would spell the end.
Even as he knew that–
SQUELCH
After dodging one blade that swept down towards him, as he centered his feet, another sword came down from above, dragging against his chest in a downwards motion. It was merely a graze, though enough to leave a harrowing cut.
Before further blood could spill, he clenched his body–
["Unbleeding"] [9:59]
