"Prepare to face your punishment!" Alex growled as he took a step forward brandishing his sword.
Durandal, the mythical sword in Alex's possession emitted a silvery glow that seemed to cut the wind. It also released a low growl as if it was a wild beat that was about to attack its prey.
The two men felt intimidated by Alex's overwhelming presence. With every step the boy took, they felt their back tingle. Sweat poured out from every pore of their body as they looked at the menacing sword in the boy's hand. It looked very sharp and the two men had a vague feeling that it could easily slice them in two.
Feeling that the odds were against them, the two men glanced at each other before running away. The only thing that they could think of was to get as far away as they possibly could. They didn't care that they left their comrades behind as long as they survived.
