Chapter: 801

Jay and Landen remained on the edge of the forest as they watched Blue, Sweeper, Red and Lamp descend on the two unwitting knights.

In sync, Sweeper and Red lunged at the backs of each knight, sliding their blades cleanly between the gaps in their armor.

Both knights staggered forwards, and to Jay's surprise they weren’t struck dead from the assault.

In one quick movement they unsheathed their rustic swords and swept their swords backwards as they turned to face the skeletons.

Neither of the knights had shields - just a broadsword in one gauntlet while the other gauntlet was free.

Seeing that there were four skeletons, the knights positioned themselves closer to one another without even glancing at one another.

What was odd was that they didn’t seem injured at all, and neither of them had even made a sound after the swords found their way into their armor.

“They should be injured from the stabs, but seem fine?� Jay thought, seeing the knights moving as if they hadn’t been brutally wounded at all.

With their backs covered by each other, the knights held their ground in a defensive formation.

At least until they become entangled in battle with the determined skeletons.

Sweeper lurched forwards, aiming to stick the blade between the gaps in the armor, aiming for its chest and neck where the plates overlapped.

The first strike hopelessly struck the armor.

The second strike, the knight swatted the blade away with its gauntlet and stepped forward.

It deftly sent its broadsword forward with a swift lurch.

Sweeper ducked low, then brought its own blade back, pointed upwards.

It was still aiming to sneak its sword into the narrow gaps between the armor.

The knight had the high ground, and brought its awful broadsword down towards Sweepers collarbone.

But before the broadsword could find purchase, the knight suddenly lost balance.

A large bone hook had pulled the knight’s leg from behind.

Lamp’s shepherd’s crook sent it off balance into an uncontrolled stumble.

Taking full advantage of the distraction and its crouched position, Sweeper’s sword smoothly glided upwards and punctured right into his throat.

The fight was over - or so Jay and Landen thought.

The knight paused for a moment but then suddenly re-doubled its zeal, committing to attack and neglecting all forms of defense.

But Sweeper was just as unrelenting, fighting back with its own fervor.

Still holding the blade under its helmet, it thrashed savagely - cutting, piercing, or severing whatever it could.