Azrael's scythe moved with staggering speed, aiming directly for the Unworthy Knight's head.
Since the abomination resembled a human, the Heir of Death assumed it shared the same weak points. Or at least, he hoped so.
That hope was quickly dashed. The instant his blade neared the knight's head, the black flower blooming from its skull lunged. Its stem twisted around the weapon, halting Azrael's strike mid-air.
'It's harder than a rock!' he thought grimly, moving once more.
James reached the Unworthy Knight's rear and struck. His green spear tore through the monster's right shoulder.
The wound wasn't fatal by any means; however, it served its purpose. Since the Unworthy Knight they were fighting was right-handed, they had to take care of its ability to strike. James's strike wouldn't stop the knight completely, but it gave Azrael a moment of opportunity.
And that moment was all he needed.
'If Blessed weapons can't hurt you, what about a Cleansed one?'
