The battle against Arthur's men was on.
On the ground, dragon knights and regular knights were fighting bravely against men in black armor, wielding the mysterious white and red forbidden technique.
The dark chi came off Arthur's soldiers in waves that were visible before they were felt, the red-white energy building at their fists and palms and releasing in bursts that hit like something far heavier than a human body had any right to produce. A regular knight three lines back caught one across the chest and left the ground entirely, his armor crumpling inward at the impact point, and he came down eight feet away and did not get up immediately. The two knights beside him filled the gap before it opened fully, their blades finding the soldier's guard, the exchange fast and grinding and real.
