Duke in the Dungeon (Patreon)

"Ha! So falls another of the Baron's men!"

Duke stood smiling over a dying guard, his silver full plate armor shining in the afternoon light. The baron's men tried to compensate for their lack of individual battle prowess or skill with greater numbers.  Unfortunately, many guards had fallen to Duke's twin blades. No one had  been much of a challenge thus far for the tall knight. Duke was one of  the most skilled fighters in not just Taldor, but the entire realm,  boasting such high dexterity in full heavy armor that puts the most  speedy warriors to shame.

A guard ran up with a few more troops, weapons drawn. The menacing guards warily  surrounded the tall knight like a pack of wolves threatening a much  larger beast. "You can't kill ALL of us, pretty boy!"

In  a split second, Duke struck his mouthy foe with his twin blades. While one longsword clanged and sparked against the enemy's shield, the other blade slashed across his chest. The impact from the towering knight's  great strength knocked him down and cut into his chainmail armor. The guard fearfully held his sword up in a pathetic defense. The blond giant  sneered through his perfect teeth.

"I'm pretty sure I can. And I won't even muss up my hair."