On another part of the battlefield, minutes earlier, while Skitz carved through soldiers in a frenzy, his daggers flashed toward another man's throat. But before the steel could bite, a heavy blade slammed down, stopping the strike cold.
The soldier behind the clash stumbled back, eyes wide.
"Kn…Knight Varros, thank you for saving me!" he stammered.
"Get out of here," Varros ordered, his voice calm but firm.
The soldier ran off without looking back, leaving Skitz staring at the man before him. The Knight's movements had been sharp, faster than any of the others Skitz had cut down.
"You're one pretty unique monster," Varros said, his gaze steady as he lifted his massive sword.
Skitz's eyes narrowed. He could sense it clearly, this man's aura was different. Heavy and oppressive. 'A Knight Two Stage.'
Skitz's pulse quickened. He was only in the Mid-Knight One Stage Level. A direct fight would be suicide.
