[IRP] The Mage General's Last Stand

[Andy]

Damian swung his blade, striking the ax off-course as the phantom wielding it adjusted. The armor-clad knight struck with a fast swing, the blade cutting just below the phantom's armpit, slicing off the arm... or it would have, if the bloody thing didn't just fade away. He set his second hand on the pommel, hefting the steel as lightly as if it were a stick. "...Mmm... I am perturbed," he grunted, facing the other three phantoms and pointing the blade at them, his hands low. "Unskilled peasants, these."