Thrashing the Lackey

Third Person's POV

... utilizing his full body strength, he aimed and hurled it towards the Tyler guy.

Tyler's battle-hardened instincts screamed in alarm as he sensed an acute danger and yanked his sword free from the cracked ground.

But his movement was just a breath too slow due to the hard and strong material of the floor.

At the last moment, he raised his left arm in defense as the projectile pierced through the haze.

The spike embedded itself halfway into Tyler's forearm as the sheer force knocked him back many steps back.

An extreme ice-cold sensation of numbness radiated from the wound and sent shivers through his stone armor.

Before he could react further, more crimson-tinted spikes silently streaked through the debris.

One aimed for his face, the other at the side of his head, another at his groin, and the fourth toward his heart.

"Damn it!" Tyler cursed as he spun his broadsword in a wide arc.