When the Knight's longsword was a mere 1.1 centimeters from Isaac, he was thrilled, as victory seemed to be beckoning.
However, after advancing another 0.1 centimeters, all that remained in his heart was terror!
He had discovered, to his horror, that no matter how much force he exerted—so much so that the sound of a gale howled in his ears—the distance between his sword tip and Isaac refused to change!
'What good is masterful Swordsmanship or immense power if you can't even hit your opponent?'
This was the defensive Privilege Magic Isaac had developed: Desperate Rabbit!
