Blood spurted in the dimly lighted hut.
Frigs jumped toward the man that stabbed one of his own men several times, his sword in just one grip of his hand. He grabbed the sword with his other arm and swung it at the attacker, but was unsuccessful as the attacker dodged.
The door into the hut burst open immediately and men in clothing made out of fur poured inside the hut. The rest of Frigs men, including his friend, charged toward the attackers, doing all kinds of things they can from swinging their sword to magic.
While Frigs himself was dealing with just one man. Frigs swung his sword from left to right and right to left over and over, trying to hit the man aggressively, but was unsuccessful.
It was proven from the start that the person he was dealing with was nimble with a small body, making him hard to hit. Soon he started attacking with his knife. He charged forward, vertically from Frigs's eyesight.
