Sadly, the force from being launched off the ground was nothing compared to when Azrael had leapt from a great height. He was using both hands to strike, while the rider fought with only one. Yet the moment their blades clashed, the victor was clear.
Azrael was hurled back to the ground, just a heartbeat away from being trampled beneath the hooves of the horse-like beast.
A subtle smile tugged the Death Heir's lips. "It seems... taking on a monstrosity like this is still too much for me."
Despite the desperate situation, his face betrayed no fear. No hesitation.
Just as he'd planned, an arrow struck the horse's head, nudging its charge off course. At the same time, the earth beneath it trembled, then surged upward. A stone pillar burst from the ground, slamming into the creature's chest.
The two Chosen he hadn't even bothered to learn the names of had saved him—exactly as he'd expected.
