“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
Arthur could feel a burn in his shoulder from holding his shield. It was as if the knight wasn’t even exerting too much strength and just kept going. He wasn’t blocking many attacks, and when the shield slammed down to him, there was a space to attack his side and Arthur took this when he next attacked.
The knight nearly doubled over Arthur’s blade, so deeply did it crunch into his side. There was a horrible shriek of metal, and the knight’s hand spasmed, letting his sword fall.
Summer screamed.
The knight stumbled, and crumpled to his knees.
Arthur jumped back at the crumple, he wasn’t going to go any farther, he accomplished and was able to keep Summer safe. He wouldn’t dare keep going and destroy the already dead soldier.
Summer lowered shaking hands from her mouth, where she’d clamped them to stop herself screaming. “He’s not dead,” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she repeated a little louder, “My lord, he’s not dead.”
Indeed, the knight was fumbling at his helmet, trying to get it off. “Finish it,” he groaned. “You must — finish it.”