The warm blood splattered on me from a gruesome hole in the tall man's neck, but I bore it as I spun to deal with the attack of the orc.
"Falls!"
Orc screamed as he looked at me in fury, while my eyes were on his saber.
Clang!
My rapier clashed with his saber.
I parried it but still felt the shock in my arm. Making it numb for a moment.
"It's your turn," I said and whipped my sword toward him, without wasting any time.
He didn't try to defend it with the saber and moved his shield forward.
The orc is furious, but he is experienced. He reacted pragmatically despite the grief he was feeling.
He had seen my speed and, using a saber, would have given me a chance to kill him. It is why, he had brought forward his shield to defend against my attack.
Clang!
My sword clashed against his shield. Immediately, feeling the shock, that had numbed my arm.
I bore the numbness and appeared to his left and attacked him once again.
Clang Clang Clang!
He quickly moved his shield forward to defend against it. So, I moved behind him and once again moved his shield and defended against it.
I rather not hit the shield and suffer the attack from the skill, but I need to do it to kill him.
I begin to fight like a true agility fighter, moving around him.
Attacking him from all sides and angles, and he defended against all attacks with his shield.
"Why are you being a turtle? Fight me like a man!" I challenged, but there was no response from him.
I wish I had a taunt; it might help against this turtle.
I have a few strategies to deal with him, but first, I will have to know his limitations. I already have a pretty good idea, but I want to be sure.
I continued with the attacks, testing his responses to different types of attacks.
I even took the chance to drink the potion. The bastards have carved me up good and they are painful; the pain skill from the orc is still active.
Hun!
Over a minute passed, and I kept attacking when I heard something behind me.
I turned and saw the house collapsing. It is not the first house to collapse, but the one close to me.
The houses are fragile, in front of the spells and attacks, that are flying around.
I was about to turn to the opponent when I saw something that turned my expression bad.
People had started to come out of the house. The last few came out, with the house collapsing on them.
Thankfully, someone cast a spell on them. Saving them from being buried, seeing that I felt relieved, but soon my expression turned bad again.
There are thirteen of them, with two being children, not more than two years old.
There were even three children, five to ten years old, and they looked scared as adults.
One of the adult men had simply collapsed on the ground in fear. It is horrifying for them, everywhere they look. They saw the undead.
There is no way for them to get out. The undead surrounded the area, with them being in the near middle.
I was distracted by them, and the orc used that chance and attacked. His fast and strong; he seemed to have used everything he had.
Rip!
I reacted quickly, but he was able to able to give me a big painful cut across my back.
'No more waiting,' I thought and moved to orc with the attack.
Those people will die if they don't receive help anymore. Currently, they are in space, where I am fighting.
There are no undead there, but some undead might slip through my men. Seeing how scared these people are, a single undead would be more than enough to kill them all.
Clang!
The orc defended with the shield like before, but the very next moment, his eyes widened, when my sword slipped through his shield and attacked his hand.
Rip!
I gave him a cut below his armguard. It was not deep, but it drew the blood.
I smiled at his surprised face and attacked again.
Clang Clang Rip!
This time, he was more careful and defended the shield with his shield. He did it with the second one, but the third one, hit again across his legs.
The armor warriors are protected and have high defense, but they are slow.
Rip Rip!
Another cut appeared, and this time, on his shoulder, before one more at his le, where I had broken the strap of his leg guard.
My sword begins to carve him up, like he did to me.
Most of those are minor and he seemed to have skill, that stops the bleeding fast, but it didn't matter as one of these attacks is going deeper than they are right now.
That will be the end of him. He seemed to understand, that as well as he has become more cautious.
A minute passed, and more injuries appeared on his body, but not a single one was serious enough.
I could see the confidence in his eyes was returning. This, in turn, made him defend against my attacks better.
In the past minute, the number of attacks landing on him reduced to less than the minute before that.
Frustrations and anger appeared in my eyes as I intensified my attacks, while the orc defended calmly.
Hun!
It was when something happened, and an alarm flashed into the eyes of the man as my rapier, which was about to clash against his shield, moved up toward his head.
He raised his shield immediately while attacking me with his saber, but my sword was faster.
Cling!
My sword reached above his shield and slid across it toward his face, while the dagger in my other hand stopped his saber, which nearly dislocated my hand.
He watched in alarm before turning his head, hoping the helmet would protect him.
It would not.
I have been fighting him for minutes, studying him. Testing him with my moves.
The helmet is enchanted, but it will not protect him.
My sword wouldn't be able to breach the helmet, nor does not need to, as I am targeting the unprotected face
He had to turn his head, but that won't save him. He released that next moment as I smoothly took a step and moved the sword toward his face.
It took a fraction of a second for my sword to reach his face, till it was only an inch away from my right eye.
Hun!
I was about to pierce my sword, through his right eye when suddenly all the hair on my body rose up.
I felt the death would come for me. If I didn't move away from my place, that would be forgoing killing the enemy, which I am so close to doing.
It was a great struggle, but I decided to listen to my instincts.
'Fuck!' I cursed in my heart, retreated instantly before turning.
Only to see, seven frost spears with a really sharp tip coming toward me. If I hadn't retreated, four would have pierced through me.
Even now, I am not out of the danger; there are two of them right in front of me.
I could cut one with my sword, but that would be dangerous. Seeing the pieces of the spells would hit me; frost spears do not collapse when they are broken.
Not to mention, the second spear, which will tear through my stomach.
'It seemed like, it was a right decision,' I said and activated the skill, I had replaced the Focus with and swung my sword toward the spears.
Clang Clang!
My sword clashed against the first frost spear, and it was repelled away; the same thing happened with the second spear.
Both of them crashed into the wall to the right, destroying it thoroughly.
The name of skill Graceful Repel. It is a Bell's Skill, which she got after she had survived the assassination.
It is a powerful skill, capable of repelling any attack.
Though it wouldn't have worked against the Grade 4 spells. Frost Spear is a Grade III spell, and they had pushed the skill to the limit.
Its power, after all, is dependent on the host. I am not the host of it; I had just copied the skill from her.
It was a decision, after all. If I had Focus, I would have been able to deal with one spear, but the second one would have had me.
I do not blame my mages for failing to protect me. There were several enemy mages who had attacked me seeing me about to kill their powerhouse.
Most of them were stopped with the shields appearing around me.
Only the frost spears were able to move past the shields.
I turned back to the Orc.
"You are one lucky bastard," I said, and he grinned in response.
"I am and my luck, has just got even better," he replied and looked past me.
A shudder spread through my body, and I turned, with my heart beating wildly in fear.
I saw a bronze-skinned man coming toward me, making my heart, stop for a moment.
He is a raven-haired man of medium height and build. Wearing light armor, with a long sword in his hand.
His pale blue eyes are focused on me, with his intentions visible in them.
I know the man; his name is Curtis Orsini. He is a Lv. 30+ powerhouse. He was in Almin since they had captured it and came here with Rynra Throne.
"Shit!"
I cursed and heard a sharp whistle. He turned a little but didn't stop.
The whistle was a help whistle, since we knew the communication could go down. We had improvised, and the whistles were part of it.
I hope, the help comes and comes fast because I am not a match for a Lv. 30.
The undead parted with his every step; a few brave officers tried moving toward him but were stopped. So, are the spells of our mages.
I watched him and realized, to horror. That the group of civilians are in his way.
"Move away," I said to them and half of them quickly moved, but the other half remained frozen.
They were already scared, and the man's suppression skill seemed to have affected them even more. Freezing them on their spot in fear.
"Fuck!"
I cursed and moved toward them, seeing they were not moving, even when the enemy had reached a few steps away from them.
I moved with everything I had and soon reached close.
That's when the man, who was simply walking toward me, raised his sword and winged it.
"No!" I screamed in horror.
Pachac!
A wet sound rang out a moment later, and the man in front of him split in two, with blood spraying everywhere.
Some had sprayed on me as I stopped.
He killed the man.
A defenseless man who was frozen in fear and meant no harm to him, but he killed him, in cold blood.
If it had been a soldier, it would have been within his right, but a defenseless man?
"Why?" I asked.
The man stopped, and confusion appeared on his face for a moment before the smile returned.
"He was in a way," he replied simply, with his tone clearly stating, he felt he did nothing wrong.
Seeing that, the anger, I had never felt exploded in my heart.
"It seemed like me, killing an ant has made you angry," he said, seeing the burning anger in my eyes, which burned even hotter hearing his words.
The grin on his face widened seeing that, and he raised his sword before swinging it again.
Not toward me, but toward the woman frozen in fear, with a child in her arms.
"No!" I screamed and leaped with everything I had.
I pushed myself as I had never done.
I have come to the city to liberate it from the undead. Save these people, but now, in front of my very eyes, the enemy had killed a person, I had come to save.
Now, he had swung his sword to kill the defenseless woman and a child.
If I had let it happen. I would never be able to forgive myself