Aildrin rolled twice to the side. When he recovered, the tips of the spears and swords were already before him.
"Defensive Blade!"
The image of the black figure surged back into Aildrin's mind. Hundreds of swordsmen surrounded it when three rotating vorpal light swords came into life.
A light wave burst out of Aildrin, which sent the four melees flying out and dispersed the volley of shots that followed. Then three white sword lights in the shape of a flamberge and twice his size hummed around him.
"Good, an attack and defense skill just like Liston Barrier," Aildrin thought, remembering the good old days of Battle Arena.
Without waiting for the enemies to recover, Aildrin charged with a new sense of confidence despite being outnumbered. The sword lights continued to fend off the projectiles that came flying towards him.
When he arrived at their disarrayed formation, Aildrin was like the god of war. The coppery scent of blood engulfed him when he tore through their bodies.
