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It would be difficult for Roy to defend himself with only one good arm, but he had to hold out as well as possible. It definitely didn't help that this was his first time using a sword in combat. He took a shaky breath, pushing the pain, the anger from his mind, trying to focus on the threat at hand, the Mage-Knight and the rest of the Licht group. He was nervous about the strides being made toward him by the large form of the Mage-Knight, who only seemed to slow even for a moment to correct him.

"Your pain and anger must be making you delirious, as my sword has never been alight with flame. You must be thinking of the Captain." The Mage-Knight told him.

"It's possible my memory is being addled by the pain, but given the trouble he seems to be having from my allies, you'd be a better fit for that title in this team of yours." He responded. 

As the individual raised his sword and slashed for his sword arm, he raised his to block, which when the swords made contact, he could feel it all the through to his chest. And that was moments before the Mage-Knight rammed him, launching him into a good number of feet. He could feel a few ribs break, one or two of them were sitting against his right lung. And yet despite this, he pushed himself to his feet. He coughed a bit and spat out a wad of blood. As he stood up straight, he began walking back toward his opponent, and gave a powerful backhanded slash. 

"As you can see, I won't go down easy."