Godfrey placed his palm on his face as soft laughter left his lips. "I almost thought I was dead… Thank you for this skill." His blue eyes flared with a bright gleam, reflecting the purple moon.
The Goblin General frowned, furious that these red meats dared laugh in his presence. Yet he faltered when the huge knight, far more muscular than him, also split into four, each of them donning massive crimson armour with a dark sun. Their obsidian longswords reflected the purple glow of the moon. The dark sun and its rays on the fan-shaped crest of Mountain and his three copies' great helmets looked like a bleeding sun, an ominous sight none expected from what was once a regal-looking knight.
