Orders fused on all sides. So did screams of despair. So did Aito's war cry as he spun to his target.
Swordsmen armed with shields surrounded him on all sides. By fear of hitting their allies, archers positioned behind the lines were on hold, as were the elementalists.
It was time for pure melee. It was time for blood, steel, and physical strength to do the talking.
At some point, Aito's skill Whirlwind started to slow down. Even with his level 2 Durability, his enemies' defenses, now glowing yellow, were a pain in the ass to deal with because of their sheer numbers.
Those cunning bastards had boosted their defenses by standing next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, overlapping their shields to create a double layer of protection.
Aito smirked under his helmet, halting his body rotation. The morpho ax still retained its momentum as he swiftly swapped the blade side for the hammer side that was uncoated with Durability.
