Appearing on Jane's right side—Mary's left side, with her back to Jade—the man drew his sword through the air toward the necks of his enemies.
It made no difference to him whether he wounded one or the other. Whoever fell would give his group a chance to survive.
Feeling the deadly cold of her opponent's gaze, Jane felt a chill as she looked to the side and saw that her enemy was so close to her.
Like most Spirit Masters, she had no experience in physical combat. Not only that, but given her tiny body and young age, she had no experience and no strength.
Jane's face drained of color, a cold sensation creeping over her as fear gripped her body. Her eyes remained fixed on the enemy's every move, a sense of paralysis rendering her unable to react.
The pounding of her heart matched the rhythm of panic coursing through her veins. As a dark cloud cast its shadow over the surroundings, the atmosphere grew even more ominous, intensifying her apprehension.
