"Come on!" He roared again, raised the Heavenstep Blade, and charged once more into the press of foes.
Sword light flared; blood scattered through the air. He drove the blade through a Wagner guard's heart, then sent a Celestial Palace soldier hurtling away with a palm strike.
But the wounds carving his own body were too many to count. Blood poured away, breath shortened, every motion slower than the one before.
At last, the white-haired elder closed the distance. With eyes colder than iron, the elder slammed his palm into Garrick's back, landing the blow dead-center.
Splurt!
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