Hale was forced back step by step, and no matter which direction he tried to move, it was already blocked before he could even make it because the four Mythic Knights had completely surrounded him while their presence pressed down on him like a crushing weight.
His breathing grew heavier, and blood continued to drip from the wounds across his body, yet he refused to fall and instead tightened his grip on his weapon while forcing himself to stand upright.
"Come on then!" Hale roared, and his voice echoed across the battlefield as his eyes burned with defiance.
He swung his blade again with everything he had left, and the strike carried his remaining strength, but it was blocked instantly and another attack followed right after.
CLANG!
BOOOOM!
The impact slammed into him, and his body was thrown backward before crashing into the ground while cracks spread beneath him from the force.
