'Welp, might as well wrap this shit up.'
Artis thought, effortlessly dodging another wild swing from the knight's meaty hands.
'Both the ladies are already swooning over my sheer brilliance. No need to keep playing dodge-the-dickless-wonder.'
He hopped around like it was a fucking game of tag, completely unbothered, even as the knight roared and flailed like a bull in a pottery shop.
Honestly, the only reason Artis wasn't worried was because the guy was about as coordinated as a drunk toddler trying to ice skate. That, and the massive crotch wound was definitely slowing him down.
Still, Artis couldn't ignore the bursts of qi energy radiating off the knight every time he swung. It was like a flashing neon sign saying "Warning: Core User".
'Yikes. If he wasn't so shitfaced and bleeding out, I'd be toast.'
Artis grinned.
