Tooth and Nail

From that moment onward, it was as if the tempo of the fight had changed.

No matter how fast I moved, or how hard I hit, or how many times he would be blown back, he would attack me with the same ferocity.

The confident and composed knight I recognized as my opponent was nowhere to be seen, replaced with what amounts to a rabid beast.

Yet, it wasn't rage or instinct guiding his moves. Everything he did had a purpose, every wild swing calculated, down to him specifically choosing to not block at times in order to draw me in to counterattack me.

The arms in which he summoned made the fight a constant dance, forcing me to dodge and watch my blindspots much more than usual. Yet, it seems he's more of a hand-to-hand fighter.

However, the most frightening part was his face. There was no pain nor fatigue in his eyes, just a wild grin and a look of pure ecstasy.

As the four arms contained to swing wildly at me, I found an opening, a weakness almost.