William loved how it felt when he stacked more than one attack together. His sword would feel heavier, and a little rebellious. Yet it didn't manage to slip off his tail's grip. At the same time, it felt just cool to subdue such a rebellious and strong sword.
And so, he dashed for three more times, taking a wide detour around these thirty foes, before finally heading back, coming straight towards them.
He came from their rear, attacking them after dashing for three more times, waving his sword with his tail, without even checking on his spirit power for even one second.
"Watch out!"
"He is coming from behind!"
"Attack! Don't defend, attack!"
It was like a wildfire spread in the middle of all of them. They were all scared, unorganised, and didn't even get a single leader or one tactic.
