"Brothers!" The man shouted. "Take him down!"
"AGHHHHHHH!"
All the people unsheathed their swords and charged at Nolan.
At this moment, Nolan's brain was working with its maximum capability, trying to find a way out.
'There is no way out!' Nolan looked around in panic as the people got closer to him.
'And there is no way I can win against so many people.' Nolan clenched his fist and put all his strength into his legs.
Swoosh!
He dashed toward one man.
He knew if he waited for their attack, he would be in trouble. After all, there was no way he could overpower them if they all attacked him at once. But like this, running around, he at least had a little chance to eliminate a few of them and create an opening.
"Watch out!" A man screamed to the man Nolan dashed toward.
But it was too late. The sword was inches away from the man, the tip pointing at the little part of the man's body unprotected by the light silver armor. The throat.
