The pristine white armor blurred across the ruined cobblestones as the Undead Paladin launched a devastating vertical cleave. Solomon simply stepped to the left, letting the massive executioner's sword crash harmlessly into the cratered floor.
He twisted his hips and brought the silver rapier up to deflect the immediate horizontal follow-up. The immense kinetic force behind the monster's swing cascaded down the thin Mythril blade, threatening to dislocate Solomon's shoulder.
Fortunately, he absorbed the recoil perfectly by pivoting on his rear boot and redirecting the momentum into a fluid spin.
Suddenly, a flurry of diagonal slashes rained down from the towering boss. Solomon danced through the deadly web of steel without breaking a single sweat. He had spent exactly five thousand four hundred and seventy-three days memorizing every microscopic twitch of the ancient knight's muscles.
