Aramap had arrived, his armour being under repair, he had come without its familiar embrace, not that it mattered, his protective gear was not much superior to that of any other knight, and seeing how some of those had been slashed and diced like paper caught in between the ocean and a tornado, hoping to be protected by iron was simply nonsensical.
"What sort of insult was that? I have to admit, that somehow hurt my feelings a little bit- So stand proud blondie, you have managed to deal some damage at least" The Death Dealer simply forced her foot down, detaching her victim's head from their shoulder as all attention was instead diverted toward Aramap.
Despite the incredible hit he had just landed on Maliah, she stood unscathed, absolutely unfazed.