Still mulling over his shattered memory fragments, he suddenly tensed and leapt aside.
WHIZ
Were he had been a second earlier an arrow pierced the ground.
He turned to the were it came from and found himself surrounded by a dozen armoured guys with mean looking expressions. Half of them were his age and a few seemed older with the oldest among them being a middle aged man.
(I have to be careful around this one.) His instincts told him that the only one who posed a threat to him was that middle aged guy who was wielding a sword with a scaly green handle. For some reason he felt bad vibes coming from that sheathed sword which made his hairs to stand he had no idea how to explain the feeling but the closest he could think of was that the sword bore hatred towards him.
"Surely this is an uncouth way of greeting someone don't you think?"
Despite the overwhelming odds he was still calm and somewhat candid.
"How dare you say that after the atrocities you have done?"
One of the younger lot leapt at him swinging his sword with reckless motion.
(So slow.)
He noted seemingly he was well versed in combat before losing his memories and so following his instincts he leapt back to avoid the blade and the moment it missed him he dashed forward and drove his fist into the young soldier's abdomen, the crackling sound of bones shattering was heard and the elf bent at an odd shape before falling to the ground unconscious. Seeing this their anger inflated but they did not attack recklessly like the unconscious elf, they were now calmly judging him trying to find an opening but there was none. Karlmine had not made any stance but they did not attack because they could not find any opening in his posture. His candid posture was such that it enabled him to attack and defend efficiently.
(They are quite good.) He also made his own assessment of them.
"This gentleman here mentioned atrocities which supposedly I have done before attempting something foolish can anyone enlighten me on what exactly it is that I have done?"
"Are we seriously going to listen to this filth, let us run him through."
One of the soldiers who seemed to he just as hotheaded as the one who was now unconscious shouted.
"Run me through you say. I do not wish to harm you but should you go through with that threat I can safely assure you that there is absolutely no scenario in which you come out alive."
He warned him.
"Tsk."
The young man grimaced apparently he also was aware of the high possibility of that coming to pass.
(He is strong, very strong even I can not tell if I can defeat him. He is just standing there but something is off, he is like a monster furthermore his face looks familiar.)
The middle aged man with the green handled sword was also appraising his opponent.
"Human are you claiming that you really do not know what you did or you are feigning ignorance?"
The man decided to respond to young man's question.
"I do not have a habit of repeating myself nor am I in the mood to condone boorish questions so are you going to explain to me what this is all about or should I coerce it out of you lot?____"
They still could not detect any ill intent from him but his gaze suddenly turned heavy and intense.
"Also I suggest you order your man to lower their weapons if they value their lives."
The middle aged man gave the signal and they all lowered their weapons however their gaze still emitted murderous intent. The reason their leader ordered them to lower down their weapons was because he had realised that the young man with heterochromia and azure hair was not bluffing about killing his subordinates and as much as he could not see a possible future where he killed all of them he could clearly see a future where he lost almost all his men.
"Good response I can assure you that I have no desire at all for more of you to come to harm's way after all you have already suffered enough with losing one soldier for the day."
"Despite losing your memory it seems your battle prowess is still as sharp as ever young prince."
With a merry tone and an expression of approval the princess finally entered the fray. Karlmine had almost forgotten she was here.
""Princess??""
The soldiers bowed their heads.
"Princess?"
Karlmine asked.
"I pray forgive me young prince I failed to introduce myself properly earlier my name is Arkheenah Samora Zel Zadinah the first princess of the elven kingdom and third child of the elven king and heir to the throne."
She bowed elegantly.