As I rushed towards the paladin, Abilech noticed and moved to support . I waved her aside, the ntal connection I had with her conveying my intent. I wanted to test myself against this man. I was fine being the commander of our army, but one thing I still knew and had learned about myself was I enjoyed a good fight. And not just magical. I was a powerful lee fighter and enjoyed what I could bring to a battle, both magical and physical skill sets together.
Unfortunately for the commander, he had taken too long to join the fray, probably to put on all of that plate armor. The horde of mindless zombies being created by my spell was now outpacing the rate at which they were being killed. The bone guard that had fallen were now restored. Flights of arrows arced over the wall behind coordinated by Elon.
The fort would be ours. The tide had turned, and I could see in the commanders eyes that he knew it. A circle ford around us as the bone guard were directed by their commanders to give us space. The mindless undead dared not approach anyways. I stopped in front of the commander of the fort. He looked at through his visor, his eyes narrowed and full of hate.
There was a flare and a circle of purple eldritch fire ford around us as Othniel cast a spell.
Monster, the paladin snarled. Why bring your filth into this kingdom?
Self-righteous prick, I retorted. To be clear, you guys started this when you attacked my dungeon.
He scoffed. Think we dont know youre in league with that traitor, Friar Brown? He shouldve let Theonis kill you, no doubt he only saved your life so this very thing would happen. I say we make a bet. I win this fight, you pull your forces back.
Let think about that for a mont. I tapped my chin, making as if in thought before looking around. No, this isnt so fabled tale of the honorable knight paladin who holds off the evil Lich through an honorable duel. I will give you an honorable fight, but that is it. The Dread Thirteen would only interfere if I was in imminent peril, which wasnt honorable, but I saw no point in sharing that fact.
Interestingly my words did affect the paladins deanor. His next words were full of a little bit less scorn. Will you swear to that you will not profane my body and soul by turning them into one of your minions?
There is no benefit in promising that, I shall nonetheless, I said. If I prevail, your soul will pass on peacefully into whatever afterlife is waiting for you.
I saluted him with rcy, and before he could respond I charged. rcy was shaped into its original blade staff form. The defensive powers that ca with the longer shaft would be needed. The commander unlimbered his great sword, pure white light glowing from runes etched down the length of the blade.
Activating the abilities of my armor to speed up, we clashed. My precognition had deflect his great sword as it ca down in an overhanded blow. Even with the speed and power given to by my armor he was stronger, I was barely faster.
Not only was he higher level than , he was a lee-focused type character, while I was not. Paladins blended magic and lee in a perfect combination much like battle mage, but more defensive focused. I on the other hand was more of a caster focus with lee abilities. Still, I trusted my skill with rcy. The blood elf priest had been a problem because of the magic he wielded, and he had caught by surprise, his sudden boost in speed not expected. However, I was pretty certain I knew what to expect from this man.
Though Ezra was a different kind of paladin they would share skill sets and fighting styles, and I had fought Ezra a lot. Deflecting another blow from his heavy great sword created an opening, and I lunged, driving rcy towards the weak point in his armor under the armpit. To my dismay rcy was deflected, and not because I missed the weak spot or because it didnt find purchase in the armor. I hit right where I was supposed to and rcy had been stopped.
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I jumped back, opening space between us thinking over what just happened. The armpit was the weakest part of any suit of armor, and even without rcy in its most armor penetrating form I had killed plenty of players due to that weak point.
I reshaped rcy into a needlelike tip and reengaged. The opening ca sooner than expected I struck again. But rcy failed to penetrate. Even worse, my precognition warned of an incoming attack. The paladin had baited in.
I barely interposed rcy between my back and the great sword as it struck. rcy took the brunt of the blow and I was flung aside. The great sword scoring my Thanatrith armor. It wasnt as impervious as the heavy plate was.
Once again, I fell back but paladin pressed . His edge and speed prevented from being able to create any distance. I funneled death energy through my body speeding up even more. Now faster, the paladin realized he could not catch so he fell back.
Whats wrong, little monster? he taunted. Your dark powers too weak to challenge the purity that I stand for?
No, I snarled. I am just not using them yet. That was kind of true, I wasnt using my magic, but that was because it was just now recovered to a point I could do sothing with it. In fact, I started building power inside of rcy for a spell, I wasnt sure what I was going to use it for yet.
My brain was working overti. On Earth, plate mail and historical settings were not like how theyre portrayed in most books, video gas, or movies. A trained knight in full plate mail was almost unkillable on the battlefield, most knights who fell on the battlefield fell to heat exhaustion.
That being said, there were ways to penetrate the armor. The halberd was developed for that very purpose. Unfortunately, rcy even at its longest was not the length of a true halberd so I could not develop the kinetic energy required. Critics often complained how dias portrayal of plate armor was incorrect. They often forgot that the settings in which plate armor is portrayed as not impenetrable often have magic. Magic breaks the rules and gives things a different equilibrium.
A light flashed before , and I dodged to the side. A mont later where I was standing exploded in silvery white light as the paladin sent out a wave of silver energy from his sword. I kept dodging as waves tore up the ground trying to catch .
The eldritch power I was building inside of rcy would do no good if I couldnt penetrate the paladins plate armor. Unlike other plate armor I had dueled against, even the weak points of this one had been sealed. It was truly like the knights of Earth. But unlike Earth, I had magic aiding .
I reshaped rcy, grabbing the eldritch power within to cast a spell. I extended the handle of rcy as far as I could and the blade on one side beca a warhamr and on the other a needle-sharp spike.
Your feeble weapon cannot penetrate my armor, no matter what shape you try, the paladin sneered at . Olattees power infuses this, and its nature refuses to allow it to be tainted with defeat.
I couldnt quite believe hed just said that. It was super corny and cocky. But I was already charging forward. His great sword swung at . The speed advantage I had with death energy allowed to easily deflect it with rcy, using it like a springboard to launch myself higher.
The force of my jump drove the great sword down and I brought rcy slamming towards the joint between his shoulder and neck. His eyes tracked , filled with contempt for the attack. The shoulder joint of his armor was far stronger than any I had seen before. Hence why I wasnt attacking it directly.
As rcy fell, eldritch power blossod out of it. The tip of the spike was covered in a purple fla right before impact. The flare of eldritch magic had the knights eyes opening wide an alarm.
Thunk. The eldritch fire tore at the enchantnts of the armor. The divine magic focused on purity were corrupted and broken down by the eldritch might of my magic.
rcy bit through and pain radiated in my enemys eyes. I activated the second part of my spell. The spike of rcy had a channel inside it. Through that channel a jet of eldritch fla shot. It was hotter than the fla that coated the outside of the spike, focused on raw destructive force.
When I yanked rcy free, no blood ca with it. Purple eldritch magic continued to bleed from the wound. The paladin did not scream in pain, I doubted he could. The jet of eldritch fire had poured straight into his lungs.
I reford rcy as the knight gasped and coughed up a mouthful of blood. I had no doubt he was working his own magic inside of his body to try and stave off the damage I had done. However, this was not a fight where wed let each other recover. The knight was focused on trying to save his life, his own arrogance having put him in the position. If he had taken the attack seriously, he could have likely done sothing to mitigate so of the damage.
As I rushed towards him, the knight attacked. He was professional after all, and would not lose sight of the battle as a whole.
It was his most powerful attack yet. Instead of a silver wave from his blade, a ball of silver light erupted out of his hand and flew straight towards my chest. I saw it impact a mont before it did.
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