The declaration echoed across the training grounds. For several seconds, nobody moved. The twenty-four members of the Order of the Dark Knights remained in formation, fists pressed against their chests, heads held high.
Jax looked across them and smiled, "Alright."
He slowly stepped away from Orianna, "Now I want to see something."
Orianna's eyes immediately narrowed with amusement. She already knew that tone, "What are you thinking?"
Jax stopped several meters away from the Order, "A test of course,"
The twenty-four knights remained perfectly still as Jax turned toward them, "You've shown me that you can fight together."
His hands slipped casually into the pockets of his dark trousers, "But there's something I still don't know."
His golden eyes swept across the formation, "How well can you fight me?"
"Come at me all of you," Jax ordered, and a few eyes widened, "Don't hold back because I'm your King."
