Sweat mixed with blood streamed down his forehead, but he had no time to wipe it away.
To the left, an Axelorian with bloodshot eyes.
To the right, another one who was already sliding on the ground, aiming for his legs.
And in front of him, one more who was running towards him with his arms open.
As Luther saw this almost perfect offense, the words of the King of Lanthanor rang in his mind.
"PASS, YOU IDIOTS! THIS IS A TEAM GAME!"
Hence, he, the commander of Lanthanor and the strongest fighter in the entire Kingdom, gave up on fighting head-on.
His instincts told him that he could take all three of them out easily.
In fact, if he hadn't trained with the King, maybe he would have done just that.
Yet, after these three would be three more, and then three more.
The last moment before impact, Luther jumped into the air and looked around, spotting a young soldier who seemed to be empty.
