Another legion of faceless soldiers marched onto Howl's position, which he wouldn't willing give up. "Oh great, when I thought they learned their lesson the first time, they just come back for another woop'in!" He raised his shortsword and charged into the faceless mass, cutting them down as easily as before. He stood in a clearing in the middle of the faceless's lines, where he caught his breath and looked around him. His enemy began to recede into the surrounding forest. "Ah, so looks like the stupid things know when to give up!" Then, figures emerged from the forest shadow. Three captains carrying a different weapon stepped into the clearing, one with a spear, another with a longsword, and the last with a bow and arrow. The archer spoke, and they formed a triangle around Howl. "We challenge you to a duel, one at a time." Howl smirked and looked to the captain with the bow. "Well, if you get a couple more of your friends, then it would be a fair fight!" "Do not under estimate us, Knight." "Oh, we'll see how good you really are, won't we? Come and fight, if you dare." "As you wish..." The captain looked to the spearman and nodded, and the spearman stepped up.
At first, he threw his spear, and it landed 10 feet in front of Howl, and seemed to do nothing. "What's this, some sort of joke? My grandmother could throw bet-" Suddenly, 10 spears shot up through the ground and flew back down at Howl, which he quickly dodged. More and more spears went into the air, and attempted to hit him. He sent a bolt of electricity into a group of spears, making them disperse in all different directions. Then, the spearman charged at Howl screaming, "DEATH TO THE WHITE KNIGHT!" Howl raised his sword in defense and blocked an oncoming slash, and the spearman followed up with multiple slashes and stabs. Though he tried his best to make an effective defense against his attacks, Howl got cut in the arm, and it was pretty bad. With one arm, he blocked the wild blows, and saw his chance to counter-attack when the spearman was bringing back his weapon. Howl swung his sword out at him, and managed to cut off his arm. Then he stabbed him in the stomach, twisting the blade and bringing it back out. The man fell to the ground, dead...and Howl began to heal his arm. "Well, I've got to say, he was one tough prick."