'Cursed Armors. It seems to be a weird variant, but it doesn't feel pain and has that same regeneration ability. Meaning, I just need to find its core, right?' Alchemy mused.
A single question remained. Where was the core?
The mounted knight began his charge once again. As it got close to Alchemy, she slammed her foot down and destroyed the ground beneath them.
It wasn't enough to stop the mimic in its tracks, but the unsteady ground clearly slowed its advance.
Alchemy rushed into the air, meeting the knight at eye level. The knight's molten lance began to glow even brighter as he swung it horizontally at Alchemy. The bright light became a beam of ruin as all of the nearby trees got perfectly cut in half.
As the swing came, Alchemy moved like a snake, straightening her body to slip under the concentrated death ray narrowly. Once she got in, the knight couldn't do much to her, not in time, at least.