Cid thought that Hedrek was going to die. Brin probably thought so, too. Both of them were really smart guys, smarter than he was. But he didn’t care. Nobody knew whether they were going to live or die. Hedrek had learned that early in life.His dad was the strongest and bravest [Knight] to ever live, and then one day, out of nowhere, he up and died. And Hedrek had learned right then and there that nobody knew if they were going to live or die, so you might as well live to the fullest while you still could. Cid thought he was going to die. So what? The Prime of that Lance of [Dread Knights] thought he was going to live. They could both be wrong.He threw his greatsword at the oncoming [Dread Knights]; or at least, that’s how it felt. Fencing instructors liked to use words like “thrust”, “lunge”, and “parry” but to Hedrek it was always a throw. He threw his sword around everywhere, in every direction at once, and the bad guys just fell to pieces around him.He threw himself too. He and his sword and his fury all working together, all thrown with the power of his strength and the System and his constant, ever-gnawing hunger. The [Dread Knights] fought back, of course, and they scraped at his armor. Sparks flew, and another piece stopped working and became dead weight–the plate on his left upper thigh this time. He hardly noticed it. The extra power that his armor gave him was so slight against the overwhelming force of his raw muscles that it was almost a comfort when it stopped trying to help him and acted dead like armor should.He overwhelmed them, and the two [Dread Knights] stepped back. They used to come four at a time, but then it was too tight and Hedrek kept throwing them into the sides of the wreckage. They didn’t like that, so now they came two at a time.They thought they had time. They thought they were going to wear him down, that he’d weaken and get tired. Maybe they were right when they thought they (...)