The mindless cleric, torn into two parts by the Church Knight's greatsword, was still bleeding on the ground, twitching and struggling.
The sound of slapping the ground echoed, 'pa, pa'.
But soon after, the Church Knight who had split him also fell to the ground with a thud, his tall and strong body encased in heavy armor.
No other wounds were visible, just the lower edge of the upturned barrel-like helmet linked to the neck of his breastplate, from which blood spurted rhythmically with the heartbeat, 'pfft, pfft'.
Church Knights were formidable warriors.
This was something Lann acknowledged.
But when Rong Buqiu misaligned the observation hole of his helmet with his eyes, the warrior who lost sight suddenly seemed much less threatening.
At the time, he tried to grab the little cat perched on his shoulder, clawing at his helmet.
However, Lann promptly moved forward, first grabbing the wrist of his swordless hand.
Then, his boot stepped on the wide Church Knight's greatsword.
