Baydock would stand on the battlefield, gripping the hilt of his sword as he would not hesitate to cut down his enemy. That was lunging at him. “Tch.. Is that all you got?!” He shouts with anger and disappointment towards his foe, before giving a somewhat cynical and highly sinister wide grin. “How unfortunate.” Now while Baydock says this, he also thrusts the blade of his sword into the enemies chest and blood splattered upon Baydock’s face, once he pulled his sword out.
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