The air shifted as the knight charged forward, its towering form moving with terrifying speed despite its massive armor.
Its tower shield was raised high, an impenetrable wall of steel, while its corrupted greatsword rested atop the shield's edge, poised like a guillotine ready to strike. The sheer weight behind its charge sent tremors through the obsidian-paved streets, the impact of each step splintering stone and cracking earth beneath its feet.
Van Dijk, despite his immense power, wasn't one to engage in brute force combat. He knew his strengths—and fighting this abomination of metal and slime in the melee was an idiotic notion for a mage.
So he just laughed
"Let's dance!"
The vampire leaped back, and for a split second, Ludwig could swear he saw two mouths grinning on his teacher's face.
Then—
"{Ensnare}, {Bounds of Latvia!}, {Anchor Dead}, {Vow of Silence}!"