Now it was the Three Hundred Man-Slayer who was on the defensive.

Altering the course of his swing, he spun in place, sparks flying as metal struck metal. He staggered, gritting his teeth. Fanilly noticed it didn't seem as if the arm she had stabbed was working properly... it could no longer form a fist. Had she severed something inside? And yet, he was still gripping his enormous blade one-handed, the blood from the man he had killed glistening on its steel.

"Fine. I'll take all of you on!" he snarled, taking another step back as he did. His arcing slash had been designed to force back his attackers as smoothly as possible, and give him as much breathing room as he could get. Fanilly took a step forward, her breathing still somewhat ragged as she raised her blade. She had to do everything she could to ensure the Bandit King-No, that Knight's Doom Jeremiah was defeated here and now!

Suddenly, he drove his blade downwards and dragged it through the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust and debris! It was from here that he raised his blade once more, preparing to strike a heavy blow...!

As for the rest of the battle, the bandits seemed somewhat emboldened by the appearance of their leader, having failed to realize her cared absolutely nothing for them. They were beginning to rally, somewhat... but others were still attempting to flee, or throwing down their weapons and falling to their knees. At this point, the battle largely hinged on Jeremiah himself.

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