Arthur grunts and he loses any coherent train of thought. All he can do is flail his sword at the attacker and launch a futile psychic burst from his mind. He feared that this would be the last moment of his life. He wished he knew why this guy was trying to kill him. At least he wouldn't go down without a fight.
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