Rhett barely had time to breathe as Carrion's cleaver came crashing down again, the force of it sending a jolt through his entire body as he raised his weapon to block. The impact drove his feet deeper into the ground, his arms trembling from the strain, and before he could even reset his stance, Carrion was already moving again, relentless, unyielding, like a storm that refused to pass.
"Focus," Carrion said in that low, hollow voice, stepping forward with another crushing swing.
Rhett gritted his teeth and forced the blade aside, twisting his body just enough to avoid taking the full weight of the strike. "You just don't know when to stop, do you?" he shot back, but his voice was tighter now, strained.
He tried to create distance, just a step, just enough to breathe. But Carrion didn't allow it.
Every time Rhett shifted, Carrion closed in. Every opening he tried to make was shut down immediately, as if the undead knight could read his movements before he even made them.
