The respite they'd managed to steal lasted mere moments before battle resumed in earnest. Jonas, face set with grim determination, summoned his shield once more. Taking point, he positioned himself at the front, the shield humming with energy as he readied his stance.
"Stay sharp," Jonas called over his shoulder, his voice echoing against the cold stone walls.
The sheepman charged forward with unexpected speed. Its armor scraped against the stone floor, sending sparks flying in its wake as it brought its wicked blade down in a vicious arc toward Jonas's head.
The sword met the shield with a resounding clang that reverberated through the corridor. Jonas braced himself as the knight's blade bounced harmlessly off his shield, the impact sending tremors up his arm but leaving him unharmed.
