CLANG CLANG CLANG
The sound of blades clashing against blades echoed throughout my ear. I looked to the side as Darwin blocked dozens of attacks, the archers too cowardly to even think of causing collateral damage. When I looked towards them I saw their gritted faces as they tracked Darwin's movement.
My attention soon was drawn by the voices of fear, the cries of pain, cries of sorrow, all a melody to my dance through their ranks.
With a thought my dagger was reflected, another appearing in my hand as I threw it towards one of the annoying cowards hiding in the back. I didn't even bother to look back, knowing that even if I missed that they wouldn't do anything about other than maybe move a bit farther.
My legs tensed, the soldiers I was dancing around tending in return as with a crack of the ground I dash towards them.
The armored ones had a look of fear in their eyes as I rabidly approached, my dagger held in front of me.
