Great Crimson

Moriarty opened his eyes wide and looked around for any escape.

'In your ten.' The knight's soul spoke inside his mind.

Moriarty turned his head slightly to the left and saw a door tucked away in a corner with a rusty key hanging from the doorknob. It was the only door in the room!

He tapped Ambrose's shoulder and pointed towards the tucked away door.

Ambrose nodded in confirmation and focused his gaze on their opponents, as he doubted they would allow them to leave so easily.

The loud-voiced player ignored the eventual fate of drowning, and ragefully brought his sword down at Ambrose, but before it could reach the target, the crimson sword flashed to the front, intercepting the attack with a swift parry.

The other player, named Chatter, rushed in towards Moriarty and swung his axe down like a lumberjack, aiming to cleave the log in half.

Moriarty swiftly parried the axe with a relaxed swing. However, that wasn't all.