King Andronicus fell to one knee, breathing heavily beneath his mask as he focused on gathered fighting spirit back, but it as expected, it proved difficult following the move he had just pulled, using the entirety of one's energy reserves, even if it was only one energy amongst many, was never a good idea.
It existed within the body for a reason, and taking it out so suddenly and brutally usually left one fatigued, but it had been worth it.
The human king had just gathered his boundless amount of fighting spirit, and supplemented it with a portion of the fighting spirit of every citizen of his domain, resulting in an attack worthy to be deemed of true destruction, capable of erasing an undead so thoroughly that it all but guaranteed their complete destruction if hit, and both of them had received it head-on.
Unable to put up a defence due to the sword that had been created from the melding of all five of the living's flying swords, momentarily rendering them unable to fight back.
