Jones noticed his thrusts had now gotten slower, however, the damage would still be fatal if he were to receive a direct hit.
The lord slayer laughed during, and after every strike of his thinking it would be the last whereas Jones got tired of this man's endless pit of energy.
His moves did not make sense in any way. Though slower, but equivalent force in every swing. It was almost like he conserved the energy for when Jones would try to foolishly attack.
His feet could no longer dance around in successive attempts to avoid getting hit. It was time to end this, and finally face the last man waiting for him at the entrance.
Though he appeared much leaner than the others he had fought, and still fighting, he surely was their trump card.
Just what is his weaponry?
The crowd dispersed
