Juno's fighting style transformed. He moved faster, his strikes sharper, each motion precise and deadly. He sprinted toward the troll, dodging a swing of its club with a spin that left the air whistling. With a single, fluid motion, he leaped high, Ebonfang blazing with some kind of dark energy that was familiar to Yenissa.
The blade arced through the air, and with a clean, resounding shing, it severed the troll's right hand at the wrist. The massive limb fell to the ground, the strange wooden club tumbling free.
The troll howled, clutching its stump as black blood sprayed across the forest floor. The knights cheered, their morale bolstered by Juno's feat. "That's our Sir Juno!" Maron and other knights shouted, rallying the survivors. "Press the attack!"
