Rurik was engaged in battle with three Frelsi at the same time. Tears were accumulated on the corners of his eyes, he had a pitiful expression behind the mask. Probably, the Immortal Aesir was the only person in the whole district that could walk around without a mask and no one would notice the difference.
The Frelsi had been too confident when trying to fight him and his troop of healers. Some doctors with stern faces and a scared idiot didn't make them feel any threat coming. They felt like that would be an easy job for them.
However, they were deluded by their appearance and were paying the bill for this.
Behind the Aesir and the healers, corpses of Frelsis could be seen spread on the ground. The healers had scalpels between their fingers and seemed prepared to shot it at any time. Their white coats were stained with blood. The usually affable and calm faces that they would do when dealing with a patient wasn't there anymore, but cold faces.
