The Golden Knight rose, his movements now showing strain as blood dripped from multiple wounds. But determination burned in the light emanating from his helmet while the sounds of him gripping his sword rang out.
The Golden Knight extended a hand, before golden knives appeared all around. There were dozens of them floating in the air around him before he thrust out his hand. The knives launched simultaneously, becoming golden streaks.
Some rushed straight to Brunhilde, others curved through the air, others rushed up into the air before descending, each seeking Brunhilde from unexpected angles.
She spun her spear in a full circle, creating a tornado of blue flames around herself. The knives struck the tornado and melted, their light consumed by the flames.
