Chapter 258: The Pride of a noble.
Henry was indeed searching for any possible way to goad the winged figure into descending to the earth where his knights could potentially surround him, but beneath that tactical desperation was a core of bruised, aristocratic pride.
His ego simply refused to accept the possibility of defeat at the hands of a "coward" who only knew how to fly about in the air, avoiding a proper confrontation.
To Henry, a man's worth was measured by his willingness to stand on the dirt and trade blows, not by the complexity of his sorcery.
"Well? I'm waiting!" Henry screamed back at the sky, his voice echoing through the narrow streets of the village. "Are you going to prove to everyone here that you really are nothing but a coward who shivers at the thought of a real blade? Or are you as hollow as the skeletons you command?"
He took another aggressive step forward, waving his sword in a wide, mocking arc that seemed to challenge the very heavens.
