The entire kingdom of Gord was going to hell. Despite the small size of the kingdom, on every street and alley there was a battle for the throne happening.
In front of the grey castle, Vernox had been fighting for over thirty minutes nonstop. But now he had an arrow in his second shoulder and various slash wounds on his torso.
The armour that he wore for disguise was bashed and broken to pieces. But he wasn't stopping now.
"Where is he?" Vernox was beginning to lose his patience. He raised his sword and blocked a slash coming down to split his skull.
Then he kicked the knight back into his own men.
The princess was amongst the fighters, dancing with the knights of Knave like a cyclone. Her singular sword, along with a female knight behind her, gave her a wide range to attack and defend.
Soon though, she reached where Vernox was.
