The neck of the Warrior Knight wasn't severed.
Instead, a sharp and sturdy spearhead pierced straight through the middle, breaking the remaining flesh on the sides with the force of the thrust, causing the head to fall.
This is the efficiency of Ongstein the Dragon Hunter when facing a Warrior Knight.
This Legendary Great Knight, renowned since the Ancient Dragon War, engaged in only a moment's tussle with the Warrior Knight.
After a moment, he discerned the flaw and delivered a fatal strike.
The sound of Ongstein's boots echoed slowly from the corner of the wall.
He lifted the Dragon Hunting Spear at an angle, with blood still dripping from its tip.
Beneath the golden lion helmet, his gaze was as cold as this snowy night.
A breath of warmth wafted from the mouthpiece of the golden lion helmet.
Ongstein's breathing was steady, indicating he was neither tired nor impatient.
Shalivan, wielding dual swords, cautiously retreated.
