Damon didn't grace her sarcasm with a response. He hadn't even seen that move coming—their coordination was masterful.
So this was how the knights of Lysithara fought? If they were already this dreadful with their wills suppressed… just how powerful would they be if not?
He turned into a shadow, evading a stomp aimed directly at him. The floor cracked and shattered from the knight's attack.
Damon swung his sword, but the knight turned into mist, evading the counter in a blur of vapor.
The clash of steel rang out as his blade scraped across a raised shield.
"What the hell kind of technique is that…? They're covering each other's weaknesses," he muttered through gritted teeth, irritation swelling in his chest.
"I can't beat them with pure skill…"
Valarie's lips pressed together. "Yes. They are well-trained, after all. The only way is to overwhelm them with power."
Damon scoffed, a thin smile playing at his lips.
"I can do that…"
