You will listen to me.

Artorias' arm fell to the ground with a dull thud, his sword still gripped in his now lifeless fingers. The blood should have gushed out, but it was burned away before it could even touch the air. The impact of Strax's blow reverberated through the entire arena, and for a moment, silence reigned.

But only for a moment.

Artorias, despite the missing limb, did not retreat. His eyes burned with primal fury, and with a beastly roar, the flesh of his shoulder regenerated in a fraction of a second, growing as if he were an immortal entity. In the next instant, he was already in motion, charging forward with a wave of overwhelming strength.

Strax reacted instinctively. Ouroboros gleamed in a golden arc as he blocked the first strike with such force that cracks spread through the ground. Artorias, now with his sword restored in an instant, attacked with relentless fury, his blade moving like a silver blur.