As if to fulfill his wish, a bunch of daggers came flying at Jash in the next second as his eyes tracked their trajectories.
Falling into an unknown state of flow, he swung his sword with his wrist, moving at speeds that mimicked a shield.
Unknowingly, the fluidity of his wrists allowed him to move the sword easily and parry the flying daggers in one go.
Yet he didn't stop, moving his feet to turn around, carrying forward the momentum from his sword to continue his offense.
His sword slashed through a bunch of weapons aiming for his neck, chest, stomach, and thigh before swiftly cutting through the undead wielding them.
He completed the set of actions in one swift motion as if nothing could impede his moments while his eyes became unfocused.
He didn't realize his situation resembled an enlightenment his father, Carcel, had described.
In a twist of foot, another undead fell with a thud, colliding with other bones littering the ground.
