Marcus screamed as the Gentleman struck his arm, moving that enormous blade with unhuman speed, tearing right through the thin plate of his armour. He never felt so much pain before, and the intensity of it blinded him for a second.
The next he knew he was on the ground, under the enemy's foot, staring blankly at his shield arm a few meters away.
"Any last words to your god, or is death good enough for you now?"
Marcus felt the Gentleman spit on his face.
"The bastard is making fun of me." he thought over his pain.
He didn't speak anything, but slashed upward with his sword. It was a