It was silent to an eerie degree. True to its title, being a follower of Death, the Death Knight passed the distance that separated them in a flash, swinging in a wide arc.
'Its Corruption Rank still surpasses mine,' Azrael reminded himself, raising his weapon to block.
'Still, I am far stronger than before!'
Coming down like a guillotine of death, the monster attacked overhead. The ground beneath Azrael's feet cracked into a spiderweb pattern under the monstrous weight.
Yet, unlike last time, Azrael held, stopping the abomination's strike.
If it was thanks to him being stronger or the fact that the knight wasn't using its dominating hand was unknown. But the details didn't matter; only the end result did.
Instantly unfazed that its attack had been blocked, the Death Knight changed tactics. Raising its right leg faster than Azrael could react, it delivered a devastating blow to his side.
