Anderson lunged again, aiming for his ribs, only for Lumberling to twist, spear striking with a counter so swift it forced the Knight back a step, blood spraying from a fresh cut.
Anderson's eyes widened with something more than rage. It was doubt. His chest rose and fell in ragged bursts, his bloodied hand trembling around the broadsword.
'Am I… going to be defeated here?' The thought slashed through his pride like a blade. He clenched his jaw. "No," he hissed under his breath. "I'm a talented Knight. I won't die here!"
The battlefield shifted as shadows closed in. Around him, figures clad in Sengolio colors emerged.
"Knight Anderson, we're here to assist you!" one shouted.
Eight Quasi-Knights and five Knight Apprentices surrounded Lumberling in a tightening ring, their auras pressing down to him.
