Halberd and fists flashed past one another, Halbardier Pierre-Ornée and Nosferatu, Of The Foetid Blood were locked in constant exchange of blows, moving at neck breaking speeds for the smallest of thing, the eternal night filled with the gravelord's laughter, for every punch he landed, the halbardier would land three, spinning his halberd masterfully, Nosferatu now understood completely where the copper knight ungodly strength and masterful martial arts were coming from.
To give up power in one form was to trade the talent and future held in this aspect to another, but what if one gave it all up? All energies, the arts, special artefacts, the system in its entirety, all to focus entirely on one's simple flesh.