"You damn braaaat...!" The horseman roared as be charged at Franklin and swung his sword, slashing at him with rage. His sword movements had skill and control. The problem was his speed and focus.
Franklin dodged him and blocked his sword. He slashed him from the shoulder to the waist but the armour was too strong. His sword barely left a scratch on it.
"Our armour is stronger than anything you could ever find in this world. Your iron sword just won't do." The horseman of death mocked him, pointing at his blade.
"Is that so? That's a shame, I thought if I used its power I should be able to defeat you easily. Unless of course you are talking of the current moment when I'm just using this magic sword as a mere blunt sword." Franklin moved the blade of the blade closer to the mask as if scanning it.
