Marcus's enchantments activated across our weapons as kinetic amplification and precision targeting, it made it so our people hit harder and with near perfect aim.
Damian moved through the fight like water, his butler combat arts looked ridiculous on paper because who fights with serving tray techniques? But in practice, they were devastatingly effective. He deflected strikes, redirected momentum and turned enemy attacks against themselves.
A bandit swung a club at his head but Damian caught it on his armored forearm, stepped inside the attacker's guard, delivered three precise strikes to pressure points and the bandit folded like wet clothes.
I engaged the leader. The big man with the executioner's axe.
"You're making a mistake," I said, Shadow Blade forming around my sword.
"Only mistake is yours, boy!" He swung the axe in a wide arc.
But it was ridiculously slow to me. I shook my head.
