It was like delivering the dent in the knight's armor turned on a higher gear; the former Saint now came at him with a lively vigor. He moved back, ducking as the jade sword was swung from a range, casting forth rays of emerald light that cut through the ever-changing palace.
With a quick breath, he settled himself into a prepared stance, staring down the incoming lines of green light that came in.
[Anti-Magic Parry] [B-Rank Close-Quarters Combat Skill]
It required utmost precision; the moment the emerald force came within reach, he swung the blade in a perfect arc. The timed parry dispelled the magical force, like dissolving a gas.
Casting off the jade output stoked the dead flame of the knight's warrior spirit, only accepting the parries as a direct challenge. The fallen Saint performed a solo dance, swinging his treasured sword dozens of times within a singular moment:
'--Ah,' Noah thought.
