Under the glare of the Praetor, the two trusted aides had no choice but to bravely draw their swords against Duke Modkaesar. As everyone knows, although this Duke has yet to match the historical Phoenix Sword Saint, he is formidable nonetheless.
Fortunately, the adversary did not intend to kill, merely halting the assault from both men. The Phoenix Holy Sword clashed with the two steel swords, preventing the aides from advancing. The Praetor glared at the Duke Modkaesar barring his path, his face somber, bitterly cursing this damned old thing in his heart, also drawing his sword to join the battle. Yet the Duke, engaging three at once, did not lose ground.
The Praetor repeatedly faltered, desperately questioning, "Does the Modkaesar Family truly intend to align with the Rebels?"
