Armourless and forced to use a sidearm like it was his primary weapon of choice, Vijudius was a bit irked as these were precious symbols of his knighthood, and moreover, a sword like this one was not at all a good choice for such a chaotic melee, he needed some range on his weapon!
"Why don't you try a bow? With you super knight body or whatever, you should be able to use our powerful elven bows" Giliniel, who for some reason, stuck nearby to him as though willfully tormenting his psyche, by now, the memories implanted by the undead were completely drowned out by his thoughts about the elf.
No matter how much fighting spirit he tried to use to freshen his mind and think straight, it didn't work, it was like she was a mind devil or something foul like that, nestled in his brain like a parasite of the worst kind.
