CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
Royce had tried so hard to keep this battle from happening, but now he knew he had no choice. He leapt forward, striking out with the obsidian sword, plunging it through one of the gaps between the plates of an enemy knight’s armor. The blade slipped in smoothly through the knight’s flesh and the man gasped and fell.
Royce spun in time to block a blow from a second attacker, a steel longsword slamming into his own blade. The metal should have been enough to destroy a weapon made from the volcanic glass, but whatever his father had done to it, it meant that Royce’s weapon held firm. He struck back, the first blow skittering off the plates of his foe’s armor, but the second slicing across the man’s throat.
“Keep going!” his father called, fighting beside him. Royce tu
