Marcus became a blur of motion, his body surging forward with explosive speed. He crossed the distance like a galloping horse, closing in on the Sorcerer in the blink of an eye. In the next instant, he was already behind the man, his gaze fixed on the unarmored stretch of flesh between the Sorcerer's robes.
'That has to be a weak point,' Marcus thought. 'Time to see if theory holds up.'
He raised the Skeleton Blade and drove it straight toward the Sorcerer's spine.
"Ah!"
The Sorcerer sensed something wrong at the last second and spun around in blind panic, only to meet the cold, gleaming arc of Marcus's blade. Terror flooded his face as a sharp cry tore from his throat, but Marcus felt nothing. The Skeleton Blade did not hesitate or deviate.
-1810!
