Darce did not hear his voice; he was busy studying the eyes of the black knights waiting before him. Everything was moving slowly around him, and somehow, The Doctor did not attack yet.
“Making yourself vurnerable like this. Is it a good idea? Your Highness?” Doctor laughed at him.
“There is no difficulty in that; all I have to do is make sure that you are dead faster then I planned.” Darce replied, frowning.
“These black knights are not like the others they will be making sure to cut off your head even if I am dead. As long as the Master is alive, we are alive.” Doctor grinned, taunting them.
“There is that thought, but where is this Master of yours? What kind of leader is he? He sends everyone to fight for him instead of fighting himself.” Darce scoffed.
He thought this would be good enough to distract him. Getting your opponent distracted ensures a victory in the hand.