Vale stared at six warriors charging him.
He couldn't help but fear the worst.
It wasn't a staggering amount, but it was concerning how swiftly this group bypassed everyone.
Dismissing his armor to conserve his Aether, he jumped right next to where he dropped his whip, picking it up and sending a few lashes before throwing it back again and engaging head-on with his sword.
The warriors tore at Vale with their savage claws.
Dodging with expert footwork, Vale postured for a slash, but was forced to disengage when the supposed Champion, D2 (Dickless 2nd), whipped its tail, with a slight bulge on the end, at his head.
On reflex, he abandoned his sword and somersaulted backward, letting the tail attack slice through the air mere inches from his chest.
The moment Vale's feet touched the ground, he lunged and tried to grab his weapon, but D2 was having none of that.
"Never!"
The Champion slammed its foot down on the blade, trapping it while holding its own weapon at the ready.
