Mark charged forward, his sword flashed in the sunlight. The 100 fencers attacked him simultaneously, their swords swung with precision. Mark dodged the first few attacks with ease, his sword sliced through the air to block the swords. He spun around while parrying attacks, his movements were swift. One by one, he took down some of the near by fencers, his sword sliced them front and back.
as the fight intensified, Mark's sword was knocked from his hand, immediately another soldier rushed at him and hit him with the halt of a sword. Mark fell to the ground and got up quickly and continued the fight with his fists. He punched and kicked, his movements become fluid and powerful, even if it looked like he had no specific fighting style . The fencers were caught off guard by his sudden change in tactics still kept charging forward.
'i guess these guys are easy getting, they maybe level threes but they must have been offered' he thought as he kicked down fencer after fencer with his bare fists. His punches now seemed more deadly than him using a sword in the soldiers eyes, his kicks were
agile.
The courtyard echoed with the sound of grunts and groans as the fencers fell to the ground, they lay there defeated. Mark stood tall, he clenched his fists, ready to continue. But the attackers nolonger came. The remaining fencers retreated, their eyes wide with fear. They had never seen anyone take down their comrades in such a way.
The leader of the level three village watched from his balcony, a look of surprise and admiration appeared on his face. He had not expected someone from a level two village to be so strong, so fierce. He nodded to himself, as a plan formed in his mind, he walked away from the balcony.
As he stood there, a stealthy silence crept up from behind, followed by the soft scrape of footsteps and the ominous drag of something heavy. He spun around, his gaze collided with a pair of determined figures emerging from the shadows. A man and woman strode towards him, the man walked with one hand in his pocket the woman walked gracefully.
The man was dragged along another figure, a limp and battered form whose limbs trailed behind like a broken puppet. The dragged man's face was a gruesome canvas of bruises and cuts.
As the trio approached, the swords poised around that were falling outside the village seemed to freeze in mid air. The quiet footsteps and scraping sounds were the only movements in a suddenly still world, as if time itself had been momentarily stunned into silence.
Mark stared at the person who was being dragged along by the men, he recognized the guy, it was Zico. Why was in this state.
"Wow, we've found another one and he might be stronger" the guy let go of Zico, and he smiled menacingly.
"I you can follow after you're done with him, I don't want to get any blood on my hands," She said then walked passed Mark.
"Good bye Ariana, I Remon promise to do as you say" he said.
"Just shut up" she walked through the gate.
Mark felt a chill down his spin when they were left alone together, he asked in a husky voice:
"What did you do to him?"
"I had a little fun with him like am about to have with you?" He pulled out his two daggers and licked them.
A memory flashed in Mark's mind, it was as if he was reliving that memory.
"Kill his wife" the man ordered the two men as he held a woman and a kid.
The man holding the woman beheaded the beautiful woman, the kid watched as tears rolled down his cheeks. Kid didn't make a noise, he watched as his mothers head fell to the ground, some of her blood spilled on him. He lifted his head to look at his father,
'dad why are you not doing anything? why can't I move, mom!!!!!' mark couldn't voice his thoughts.
Another memory followed the previous one
"Then I'll abuse your son on your behalf" Mr Komi said.
Mark stared at his dad who had been stubbed, he wasn't making any noises.
"My son, do whatever you want... You don't owe them anything," his dad was now died.
He snapped back to reality after seeing this, he picked a sword from the ground. Remon, had grown tired of waiting, he immediately lunged at Mark. Mark raged and flung himself towards Remon
Mark and Remon clashed in a frenzy of steel and fury, their swords meet in a blur of strikes and counter strikes. Mark fought with wild abandon, his sword sliced through the air in great arcs, each blow aimed at Remon with reckless intensity. Remon, on the other hand, stood calm and collected, his eyes gleamed with mischief.
As Mark's sword bit deep into Remon's shoulder, Remon's face lit up with a fierce grin. He didn't dodge, instead, he embraced the impact, his body absorbed the force of the blow. And then, a deadly counterattack was unleashed by Remon, a powerful strike with his daggers that sent Mark flying across the ground. Mark crashed into the wall fence, his sword clattering to the ground. Remon advanced, his daggers raised high, there tip gleamed with a malevolent light. Mark scrambled to his feet, his eyes filled with with fury, he charged at Remon once more.
The battle raged on once again, each blow landed with power. Mark fought with his rage, his sword slicing through the air in great, sweeping arcs. Remon, on the other hand, fought with calculated precision, his daggers striking true with every blow. But despite Mark's reckless abandon, Remon seemed to be enjoying the fight, his eyes sparked with a f joy. He laughed as he fought, his daggers sliced through the air with grace. And with each blow that landed, Remon's strength seemed to grow, his daggers striking with greater force and greater precision.
The fight was a dance of death, each blow a step closer to the final reckoning, so it seemed. Remon slashed mark in his mid section sending mark stumbling to the ground. Mark had been hurt by Remon, he struggled to get up.
"Is that it!" Remon asked feeling disappointed.
"After doing this much damage to me you can't get up?! I'll torture you until you fight!" Remon went on his knees and stubbed on of Marks knee's