There were five of the inquisitors before him currently, all of them wore the same type of armour, that being plate armour and below that being chainmail, with the robes on top of it though, it would be hard for him to actually break through their armour.
But right he did not care about that at all. He just wanted to keep them away from Renna so that none of them could hurt her. She was different and did not deserve anything that they would do to her. These people had come for him after his actions against Percy.
Thinking of Percy, he was sure that he would go and visit him later on, well that was if he survived this.
And then, he was before them. A mace was swinging down for his head, a sword thrusting for his chest. Further back he could see the archer moving to the side alongside the others so that they too could get a piece of his flesh and wet their weapons with his blood.
Taking a small step to his side, he avoided the first two attacks masterfully. But if it was not for this battle trance or whatever it was called, he was sure to be dead by now.
Taking a short step forward, he lashed out with his fist, aiming for the closest inquisitor's gut.
What happened though was not what he expected at all, his fist did collide with the inquisitor, but instead of the person doing anything that resembled that he had just felt pain, or even just the impact. He simply pivoted on his foot, and launched his mace down towards Dharen.
Who could only stumble back to dodge the blow, the mace by luck managed to miss him again, ending in he floor with a loud bang as fragments of the floor were thrown around the space like it was shrapnel, this cutting his clothes and some skin in places.
The minor pain though he was forced to ignore as two swords were now hurtling through the air so that they could cut him into pieces. All he could do was drop to the floor, and as he did he heard the connection with the wall, it coming with a horrible noise.
Then the whistle of an arrow soon was heard, out of the corner of his eye, he managed to catch it, it was following the wall closely, coming straight for his head like some kind of heat seeking missile from Earth.
To avoid this, he jumped forwards straight past the mace, that now was coming off of the ground, being reared up to come crashing back down for his bones.
He did not even get to breath, as he predicted the mace did indeed come for him not even a moment later. The resounded crash sending more of the floor turned into shrapnel around the hallway.
This had only been going on for mere moments and yet, he had come so close to being killed so many times by now, that he was even forgetting to breathe half of the time. Renna was still way off down the other end of the hallway still, with her now were all of the other Dragon-Kin, who were armed as well as some other students who were charging down the corridor.
At least, it seemed like to Dharen not everyone agreed with the Inquisition among the humans of the south, but looking at them, he knew it would still take a minute at least for the closest of them to reach him.
The thoughts that had raced through his mind, did not stop him moving however, as he kept on narrowly avoiding all of the weapons that kept on coming to claim his life.
Avoiding an arrow, by twisting his body he finally saw something that may give him a chance, one of the inquisitors, the one who was using a mace had a dagger on his left leg which until now had been hidden by his robs, but seeing it Dharen had gotten an idea, a crazy idea but still an idea.
Diving forwards, to in part avoid the varying weapons which were all now coming for his body. He fell right between the inquisitor's legs, which he had hoped would shock the person, which as some would have guessed, it did not at all.
But this did not matter, as now he had finally gotten a weapon. Looking down at his hand he could see the shining blade, it looking almost white, with the depiction of an angel on the hilt of the blade.
"How dare you?! Give that back this instant!" The mace using inquisitor had roared as he stepped forwards lifting his mace high above his head. Dharen though ignored the words as he lunged upwards the dagger going into a gap between the leg armour and armour of the lower torso.
Ripping it back out, the inquisitor gasps in pain, the white blade of the dagger now red with blood.
It was something small, but for him this changed everything.
He then stepped back and ducked, avoiding an arrow and another blade which lashed out for him, but then he finally made a mistake.
He had stepped back close to the last of the inquisitors who had not made a move until now, this one seeing his chance at last, lashed out with his own blade.
Dharen screamed as his back was slashed open, he could feel his warm blood flowing out onto the floor, and turning around he smashed the inquisitor in the face with his fist, lightly stunning the man before shoving the dagger into his neck, not stopping until it was buried until the hilt.
The now dead inquisitor and Dharen then both collapsed to the floor in a mangle of their bodies. Dharen, having not much energy left as he felt his body grow increasingly weaker from his wound.
The remaining four inquisitors only looked at him for a second, before all of their attention was drawn away as the mass of armed students had finally arrived and the collision of the two groups ripped through the buildings as weapons coiled together.
It was not just students he realised, as his head began to fall to the side as his vision started to darken, many professors had arrived each one armed to the teeth looked extremely mad.
And as everything went dark, all he could think of was that he was happy he had protected Renna.