The blond knight was still standing, but barely. He blinked several times in rapid succession, clearly trying to clear his vision and make sense of what had just happened to him. A thin trickle of blood ran down from where my boot had connected with his temple, stark red against his pale skin.
"Impossible…Sir Oliver…" One of the other knights whispered.
Oliver huh?
"What's happening, Sir Oliver?" I called out with mockery. "Are you ready to give up already?"
Oliver's head snapped up at my taunt, and I immediately realized I'd made a potentially fatal mistake. The look in his eyes had transformed completely—gone was the shocked confusion, replaced by something much darker and more dangerous. This wasn't the gaze of a man who'd been caught off guard by a lucky shot.
He took a step forward, and his entire demeanor had changed. Where before his movements had been confident but predictable, now he moved with the fluid grace of someone who'd stopped holding back.
Holy shit.
