After the death of two members, the six remaining unholies became fiercer than before.
They slashed and aimed their sharp weapons at their target, yet, it seemed like he was just having fun with them. Effortlessly and swiftly avoiding every single slash they had made. It was frustrating. Really frustrating on how a noble was tackling the six of them head on.
Red pupils swept around.
Calculated and distinctive.
Another slash aimed for Lucian's chest but he swiveled his body in a motion that had him evading it, while swooshing to the side of his attacker. With realization dawning onto the man who's attack had been evaded, a comeback was with he needed however his opponent was quicker before he could react.
Then. He felt a masculine hand wrap around his while an eerie foreboding dawned on him.
What? No!
In the next instant, his own blade was finely directed towards his chest before it was stabbed.
THUD!
