Oliver's body moved with a fluid grace as he evaded the first swing of a guards's sword. He countered swiftly, parrying her attack and attempting to disarm her. The clash of metal echoed in the air as the confrontation escalated.
His mind raced, contemplating his limited options. In a desperate move, Oliver swiftly sidestepped an incoming strike, then lunged forward to snatch a sheathed resonance weapon from one of the guardss. The weapon emitted a faint hum as he unsheathed it, feeling its power resonate within him.
'Now this is getting better! Attacking a man without any weapons as a group, how shameless are you?" Oliver asked, and the resonance weapon he took suddenly started to turn into a whip that looked just like what Gwendolyn had with her.
