Rowan realized that he could still manipulate the ball of taffy still stuck on the man, as long as it was within 5 meters.
The taffy ball slowly peeled off the lifeless man's body, carrying chunks of hair and skin with it. There was a look of terror on the plastered man's face, he did not die peacefully. The taffy then flew towards another person in the midst of combat.
SPLAT
His head was engulfed by the taffy, and it stuck to his hair and face. He started swinging his sword wildly in front of him in the general direction of the person fighting him. Alas, it was to no avail, as with his senses hindered by the mass of taffy covering his entire head, it was over.
Seeing his chance, the other person stabbed with a spear, piercing right through his chest. He stabbed again, and again, until the other person fell down limply. He was dead. 'I'll check my experience later' Rowan thought as the taffy once again peeled off the dead man's head. Looking at hair and skin filled taffy, Rowan the didn't feel like taking a bite from it anymore. 'A speed buff of some sort?' Rowan saw someone rushing at him, with sword in hand, and moved the taffy ball to intercept him. The man's feet were glowing green, and he moved quickly. "Die!" the man yelled, cutting through the ball of taffy with his sword. Unfortunately, though the taffy split in half, Rowan could still control it. And now the taffy flew at the man from two sides, making it even harder to defend, and then the man's fate was sealed as the taffy closed in on both sides. Rowan's mana was still full, as he had only activated his skill once, and reused it over and over again. The only problem was the range, which needed more points in constitution, he planned to confirm that conjecture later. The guards were severely outnumbered, and it was only a matter of time until they were brought down. Though they had more training and were equipped with armor and some skills, they still went down all the same when swarmed by the peasants. Corpses littered the ground, especially where the guard captain was fighting, most of the bodies around him were from peasants. He was fighting against the leader of the peasants' side, who kept sending peasants' out to wear the guard captain down. It was only a matter of time before he was felled. Suddenly, the loud creaking of the gates to the noble's district could be heard, it was opening. And behind it, was an entire battalion of knights led by a man covered from head to toe in armor wielding a halberd atop a steed. The guards were elated, while the peasants' appeared to be sent to the pits of despair. "L-Lord Farwuad..." the peasants muttered in despair, with the soldiers mobilized they knew their days were numbered. Unlike the guards they were facing, this time it was the real deal. The peasants were planning to rush inside and attack while the lord was unprepared, but it was unfortunate that he had received the news somehow of the battle. The Lord had mobilized his elite troop, all sitting atop armored horses. "Good work, Captain Darragh." Lord Farwuad said in a deep voice, he had a charismatic air about him as his steed moved forward slowly. He didn't seem worried, despite being outnumbered. He calmly raised his hand, about to signal the onslaught. There was only one punishment for treason: death. The man leading the peasants' had an extremely ugly expression on his face, one could tell the situation was good, and the morale of the peasants have long died out. Where was their spirit from before, they didn't have anything to lose, right? Wrong, they still had their life, and all their fervor came from the hope that they could usurp those at the head of this city. Now, reality was setting in, and they realized they had no chance. "THE OPPRESSOR IS BEFORE US, ATTACK!" He conjured more several blades of light in the air, and they were sent towards Lord Farwuad. "Pathetic." Lord Farwuad sneered at him, and jumped off of his horse several meters into the sky, both hands holding onto the halberd. He lifted the halberd off and completely ignored the blades of light, they hit his armor and dispersed. Within moments, he was right above the peasants' leader, and upon arriving he slashed downwards heavily. BOOM After the dust settled, everyone could see that the peasants' leader was no more, he split right down the middle. "NOT LIKE THIS!" Someone rushed forward, it was the man who had lost his wife and daughter to some noble. SWOOSH "Filthy mongrels, know your place..." Lord Farwuad simply glanced at him, and his halberd's blade had already passed through the man. The man was split in half by the weapon, not evening realizing he was dead. Lord Farwuad looked at ongoing fight, it was a massacre. The peasants stood no chance at this point, and this was especially true for those who wantonly spammed their skills earlier, wasting their mana and putting themselves in an extremely vulnerable state. Lord Farwuad signalled the knights behind him to attack, and they charged forward atop their horses into the fray. "Lord Farwuad, the situation is like th- what is that?!" As Captain Darragh went forward to report, kneeling on one knee, he suddenly felt something flying by him. He was stunned at the sight. It was the ball of taffy, covered in an obscene amount of hair, skin, and blood by now. The ball collided the Lord Farwuad's, covering it thoroughly, with no openings. 'Another one. It looks like I was right, this Lord Farwuad, had some sort of temporary physical enhancement skill.' Rowan nodded in satisfaction as he imagined all the experience he would be getting, he had been waiting all this time for the moment when the skill would wear off. He could see the stacks of sugar overload on Lord Farwuad. .... The man was still kicking, and he kept ripping handfuls of taffy off. But alas, unless he could remove them all somehow, the debuffs would keep on stacking. 'I better leave... the situation doesn't look good.' Seeing that staying here wouldn't bode well for him, he turned around from where he came from, and was about to leave. Before he could do so, he heard a incoherent cry full of anguish from behind him, Captain Darragh was charging at him with bloodshot eyes. Captain Darragh was shocked by what he had saw. Lord Farwuad had just died like that, a man not even in his prime yet, a man with the potential to reach at least Count or Earl. He recently became Lord in fact, not through connections, but merit and skill. More importantly, he was supposed to rise through the ranks, and Captain Darragh would simply have to follow, and he was more than happy to do so. That however, could not possibly happen now, and the cause was right ahead of him. He knew that he was done, under his watch, Lord Farwuad had been killed. Under his watch, the peasants rebelled, and though under normal circumstances where Lord Farwuad would have taken the blame, he was dead. Now the blame would fall upon him, whether he was in the right or wrong. He wanted to take Lord Farwuad's killer down with him. As he was rushed forward madly, ready to run his blade through the assailant, he saw the yellow chunk peeling off of Lord Farwuads head. Reality set in, if that man could kill Lord Farwuad, what would become of him then? SPLAT The last thing he saw was a mass of yellow flying towards his face, with what appeared to be hair and skin on it. No matter how much he ripped off, it wasn't enough, and soon he fell limply on the ground. 'I'll leave the taffy here in case somebody wants it.' Rowan turned around towards the direction he came from and headed towards the gate in the distance.