Ksenia peered over her shoulder. "Your Highness, if there's a time to run to a secret entrance, it would be now."
An unknown level and a Master Axeman, his abilities appeared supreme on paper if not for the cane he kept on him and the fragility of his legs. The old, washed-up High King shook his head and stayed in his seat. "I will die as a king, not a coward."
Ksenia didn't have the strength to argue. "Fine."
The three players that arrived were a bit hasty in making their move. Ksenia might have been the sole player—injured, to boot—but she was not helpless. Her MP hovered a little over 180 and the grappling-specalized Imperials did not yet realize she had formulated a counter against their fighting style.
While the royal guards fended off two of the players, Ksenia went head-to-head with one by herself. The palms of his hands were powered up by Inferno Palm, intending to increase damage of the throw. Ksenia was certain that if that attack landed, she would be done for.
