Solomon kept slashing left and right, brutally dismantling the skeletal knights pressing in on him.
'Fighting like this is completely ineffective,' he thought to himself, ducking under a rusted spear. 'I am just rapidly wasting my remaining physical strength.'
He glanced around the courtyard while parrying an incoming sword strike. He needed a tactical advantage, looking specifically for environmental elements he could utilize to turn the tide.
As soon as he spotted a massive, crumbling stone tower sitting directly on the edge of the precinct, sharp smirk spread across his face.
Solomon braced his legs against the cobblestones and executed the Second Form of the Imperial Sword Arts entirely without aura. He swept Eden's Penance in a massive horizontal arc.
The sheer physical force of the divine steel tore through the clustered ranks, shattering nearly a hundred undead soldiers into scattered bone fragments.
