One, two, three, four— with each strike of Eric's sword, more and more spiders fell. The air had become unbearable due to the unpleasant stench of all the bodies that had been killed by him and Master Varek.
It wasn't unusual for Eric to smile when he was in a fight like this one, but this time he wasn't alone.
The old man seemed to have begun to forget himself due to the battle as well.
Each time Eric increased his speed, so did Varek, matching his movements and covering his back.
"Ten, twelve, thirty," Eric was counting how many he was killing in a second.
He would have been surprised if he wasn't too focused on the battle to realize how much stronger he had become after a week of training with Grandmaster Gryndor.
"FIRE!" a man shouted somewhere behind him, and in the next second, Eric's eyes widened as the sun was blocked yet again by the hundreds of arrows in the air.
Each arrow, created of silver with as sharp a tip as possible.
