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A pickaxe picking from my back, a shield bashing from my right, a spear pocking from my left, and a giant ladle crushing from my front. I was cornered, and without escape.
Therefore, I counterattacked.
I stepped to my left, dodging the spear, grabbing it by the pole, and using it to push the pickaxe towards the shield, while I blocked the ladle with my sword.
"Not bad. For today's dinner!", Spoon laughed, not showing a drop of compassion to one of the people he shared his campfire with, who fought by his side, who tasted his food. Was that all a farse? "Guh?!", he spat audibly when I knocked him on the stomach with my knee.
Then, Spoon's men got to me again, and I was forced to get away from the man before I could finish him.
"It would not be fun if you didn't resist a little, hehe", Spoon said, whipping the away the saliva he spit when I hit him with my knee.
"Is that all you think about?! Fighting?! We were friends!"
"Big reveal, boy: that's all that the entire clan thinks about", Spoon said, smiling. "Get me his meat!", he finished, ordering his followers to come after me.
First the guy with the war pick dashed towards me with his weapons raised above his head, and brought it down. I couldn't simply step away, for the weapon would hit one of the hostage students, so I used my sword do divert the trajectory of the weapon. Which left me vulnerable against the spear man that came right after.
Then the instincts that had been so firmly fixed in my soul by my father kicked in. My eyes went wide, my senses turned sharp, and I let my body move on its own.
My arm moved quickly, and my black sword moved like a flash: in an instant, the spear coming in my direction had been cut in three parts, and I was right above the spearman. I had to make a conscious decision, however, to not spit the spearman's head in half, and at the last second I turned my blade on its flat side, bashing the enemy with the wooden core, and knocking him unconscious.
"Damn, you sleek bastard…!", the man with the pickaxe spun around, moving his weapon on a semicircle, and I ducked beneath it, punching him right on his balls. He fainted immediately.
"You're forgetting one of us!", the man with the child bashed me away.
"Two!", Spoon hit me with his giant ladle, throwing me to the ground.
I was out of breath, on the ground and with blood dripping from my nose, but when I saw the butt of the ladle coming down on my head, I rolled away from it, and quickly got ack on my feet.
When the shield bearer tried to caught me from behind, however, an elbow hit right on his stomach, and then another on his nose sent him sleeping away.
Seeing someone fighting against their captors, some of the students started to get up, frown, and prepare for a full brawl, but the cook quickly quelled them down by conjuring a tornado of knives and cutting boards that spun ferociously around in a three-meter diameter circle him: "One step further, and all these kids will lose their heads!", he screamed as the hostages nearby all shrunk their bodies even more, the knives hitting the cutting boards just centimeters above their heads. Meanwhile, more of his clan members came around and conjured more pans and stone grinders, and threatened the nearby students.
The rebellious shaman apprentices all got back onto the ground, frustrated, and I continued to fight alone.
"You're not like us. Maybe that little person friend of yours was, but not you. You do not enjoy this, fighting…Yet, you're the closest to us in your friend group. You have killed already, haven't you?", Spoon said, stepping closer. I tightened the grip on my sword, still pointing it at him. "Show me what you're capable of, Strike, entertain me! Hahahaha!"
As the cook dashed towards me the hell of knives spinning around him and with his giant ladle raised and prepared to strike me down, I readied myself, took a deep breath, and waited.
Those projectiles were slower than the ones shot against me by that giant wolf that lived in the Wind Cave.
I moved my body just by centimeters, avoiding each of those floating knives by a hair width, and when Spoon stroke down, I spun around, ending behind the man, and slashed him behind his knee, severing the tendon behind both his knees, and sending him thumbling down.
"Kuah! This pain, the blood flow, the heart beating…! I've been defeated! Oh, it feels amazing! But, can you deal with everyone else, little Strike?!", Spoon raised himself from the ground with only his trembling hands, as all of his goons surrounded me with their own tornados of danger.
I asked myself that same question…