The three Cursed elves who had planned to attack Tristan at the same time now managed to accomplish what they wanted, knocking the man down and hitting him while the bloodthirsty look on their faces grew fiercer every second.
GROWL!
ROARR!
Even though it felt a little heavy, Tristan's hands were holding the sword right above his chest, preventing the three murderous creatures from having a bite of himself. Right now, he gave his all to try and defeat the combined power of the 3 cursed elves who were scrambling to sink their sharp teeth into his body, tearing him apart if they could.
Tristan's one hand was scratched by the blade of his own sword, causing his blood to drip out and blending with the blood of the cursed saint level high elves he had slashed earlier.
