The knight charged.
One moment it was standing fifteen meters away, and the next it was crossing the distance in a single explosive stride that cracked the ground and sent a cone of displaced fog blasting outward.
Anticipating the strike, Revan immediately threw his weight sideways.
The knight's sword carved through the space his torso had occupied a heartbeat ago. The black blade passed so close that the lightless fire licking its surface singed the torn fabric on his chest, and the displaced air hit him like a wall, spinning him half a rotation before he caught his balance.
'Damn it,' Revan cursed inwardly. 'It actually burns? I thought it was just a cheap trick to scare people.'
The knight didn't stop. It pivoted on its forward foot with a fluidity that something that large had no right to possess and swung again, a wide sweeping arc that came from Revan's left and aimed to bisect him at the waist.
Revan brought his sword up to meet it.
