After listening to everything that Mr. Death had said... Slytherin Cord quickly calmed himself after his hysteria.
Even though the situation had reversed on him, with more people against him..... he still didn't want to die yet.
He felt like even if he was stabbed 300 times, something in him would persist until he saw the Ghostly Prince.
So with this thought in mind, he took a deep breath and gathered himself properly.
His eyes were filled with murderous intent, as he looked at those pointing arrows towards him.
Indeed!..... It was time to dance.
With that, the battle had finally begun.
'Clang!'
'Clang!'
'Clang!'
'Ahhhhhh!'
The sounds of swords clashing one another... as well as the wails of the injured, could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.
Slytherin slashed his sword sideways, in attempts to slit his enemy's throat clean.
'Swish!'
