Everywhere in the castle, soldiers spread out and tried to take it.
"Let's see how you deal with that." Roxanne placed her hands on the floor, and soon, thorn tendrils shot up from the ground and spread throughout the castle. Every enemy who saw them was pierced by them.
Amon rushed forward and searched for every single rat that was in his castle. The maids followed him and spread all over the castle.
Amon's mattle staff began to freeze, and when he saw his first enemy, he trusted the staff into the floor. The cold spread and caused the temperature in the room to drop drastically.
The soldiers began to tremble; even the guild members who were near them trembled. However, Amon was unaffected. He left the mettle staf stuck in the ground and ran towards his opponents.
"Path of the Earth: Spickes." Amon punched the floor, and Stone's spikes impaled his opponents in the asses and emerged from their mouths again.
A few dodged the attack and dashed forward. Amon's fist began to shine red.
"Path of Destruction: Big Bang" Amon hit the air; a red beam shot out of his fist and destroyed everything he hit.
BAM!
The attack destroyed the wall behind the men. The rest who were left had an equally cruel fate. Amon grabbed the spear from one of the dead soldiers and tapped a man's brain. He turned around, cut the legs of another, took his spear, and threw it at his enemy. The spear pierced his heart. The maids did the same; they laughed at everyone who attracted them. They took no prisoners and slaughtered everything. If Leon hadn't told them to leave a few, they would have gutted everyone.
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On the castle's front gate.
"We managed to sneak through the forest. Now nothing stops us." A soldier with a big mustache said.
They wanted to get forward, but they stopped when they saw a man sitting in front of the gate. A few birds sat on his body and chirped happily, letting the man pet them. The man stood up when he saw them. He was a tall man, 189 cm tall, with a muscular build, black hair, and green eyes. But the thing that stood out the most was his skin; it looked like it was made out of stone. This man was Victor, the eighth coat of arms. His blessing is called Protector. He can Harden things, including his own body. He was made by the god Vaelor, the eternal protector.
"Ahhh! What is happening to me!?" A man shouted.
"I hardened his heart. He will die." Victor hardened his right arm, rushed forward, and cut the throat of a man. He turned to the left and pierced the heart of the next one. The remaining soldiers tried to cut his back open, but their swords shattered the second they touched his skin.
"I am this guild's shield, and you won't get past this shield."
One of the men yelled into a shell and called for backup. The fear in his voice was clear to hear. It was clear to him that the man in front of him was in a different league, and if you wanted to defeat him, you needed the right fighting power.
A blue-haired man appeared with at least ten dozen men behind him. Victor wasted no time and attacked the man with his right arm. The man blocked him with a shield made out of ice. His subordinates took advantage of the opportunity and attacked him. His skin was again too hard for their weapons. Victor jumped back. Stretched out his arm and hardened his opponents' lies. 15 men died from it. The blue-haired man raised an ice spear and stabbed Victor in the leg before he could react. Exactly that was his biggest weakness; if an opponent was too fast and he couldn't harden his ability, it was useless.
Suddenly, he smashed a hammer into the man's head. His teeths flew around and stung the eye of another soldier.
"AAHHHH! My eyes!" The man held his eye. However, he did not suffer for long. Vlad used his spear to cut the man in half.
"Thank you, Vlad and Dorothea." Victor thanked his friends shortly.
"No need; we all know that you could have handled that easily. Only that blue-haired motherfucker would have gotten a little annoying."
Even though they were surrounded by enemies, they were calm and took to each other as if everything were normal.
The men attacked all at once. Victor tanked the attack, grabbed the man, and threw him towards Dorothea. Dorothea's leg grew bigger, and she kicked the man's ribs. When Dorothea was done, her body grew bigger; she was now 5 meters tall and stood high above her enemies. Vlad let black smoke erupt from his hands and covered the floor. Every one of their enemies who touched the smoke died on the spot. Dorothea finished everything with a single punch to the floor. The men got crushed; their bones shattered, and their limbs flew everywhere. After she made sure that everyone was dead, she shrank to her normal size again and walked towards her friends. After saying good-by, everyone went back to their positions.
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After the fight in Amon's, let everybody gather in a big hall. It was only used very rarely, specifically when there were important announcements to make. Now everyone was in this hall. Guild members, Those who escaped and took shelter in the guild, as well as some of the twelve coats of arms
Amon stood at a podium and said, "I'm going to read you all the account of this fight now. Listen carefully."
"0 dead on our side, 15 injured from this guild, and 5 injured from the refugees who came here." Amon reads from a parchmen scrole. After saying these things, he rolled the parchment together and handed it back to Leon.
"I have good news and bad news for all of you. All the people who attacked us are either dead or imprisoned for interrogation. These were the good news; the bad news is that they ported themselves inside the castel and that they can do that every time they want, and we can do nothing about it."