Chapter: 818

Jay couldn’t help but feel as if he just dodged a date with death.

To his own shock there was no blood - no wound.

The knight had curled its gauntlet into a fist at the last second as it slammed it into Jay.

“It punched me?” Jay almost chuckled, completely distracted from the fight.

The knight continued its assault and returned a spartan-kick to Jay, finally getting enough distance to use its long weapon again.

Yet Sweeper was already back on it, piercing its back with the crude bone spike; its jagged edges ripping through whatever it touched.

The knight was hoping to score a devastating blow on Jay while his guard was down, but instead had to deal with Sweeper.

With a backwards kick, it pushed Sweeper away.

Since the knight punched Jay, he had figured something out, and this distraction by Sweeper was all Jay needed.

Holding his shield with two hands, Jay faced it forward and leaned down as if he were about to brace before a tidal wave.

“Iskean!”

Two jets of air burst from the soles of Jay’s boots, sending him flying forwards.

Needless to say, the knight was caught completely off-guard; Jay was simply too fast.

The shield slammed against its chest and sent it toppling over with a loud clang.

Jay’s first magic-infused shield bash was a resounding success as the knight was knocked on its back. Despite holding the shield with two hand, Jay still had to push his shoulder up against it from the force of the blow.

While it was still alive, the knight was as good as defeated now. Not only did it take effort to pick its heavy armor off the ground, but now there was a person on top of him.

Before it could punch or harm Jay in any meaningful way, Sweeper was already there, ripping its helmet off and relentlessly stabbing into its neck.

Jay no longer feared it’s egg-laying attack. Why? Because he realized this knight in particular didn’t have that capability.

Jay pulled himself up - though he kept a foot planted firmly on the knight’s chest-plate as he watched it struggle pitifully to the bitter end.

Sweeper offered no remorse, no mercy, no quarter.

Jay stared without expression or pity; the knight’s head was different compared to the others he had seen. It’s eyes weren’t sunken.

Jay made a mental note to do a small autopsy later - the fight was over, but the battle was not.

Finally Jay could survey the battlefield once more, swiveling his head around he made a quick note of what all the skeletons were doing.

Lamp had initially been fighting the intelligent two-handed swordsman knight, but Blue had pulled it back into the other battle.

Jay was going to be angry as he was in trouble at the time, but after a moment he realized it was the optimal tactical decision.