Shin fought like crazy. His sword lurched, twisting among many opponents to find its way to pierce in the chest of one. Sweats formed and evaporated as mana colour warped as his sword moved.
He withdrew half a step as two more slaves approached him, one with a mace, one with a huge hammer. Their eyes were vacant and docile as they charged, commanding their mana powered weapon. Shin cursed inside and released the waves he was condensing to lurch up a few metres in the air.
Shin swallowed a breath, jerking his sword back, still hanging in the air. He swung violently as he came down, throwing the two slaves dozens of metres away as they collided against the barricade of the ship.
