"Those damn bastards!" Nemo gasped for breath as he clenched his sword tightly. His silver chain armor had been dyed crimson by the blood flowing from his wound while screaming of people and clashing of swords surrounded him. He brandished his sword and resisted the enemy's attack. Nemo was familiar with the enemy's attire. A scarlet cape, brass-colored helmet, and erected male lion flag behind them clearly signified their identities.
The Southern Legion—Lion.
The Lion Legion used to be their companions, but now, they had become enemies.
"Go to hell!" Nemo snarled as he thrust his sword forward with both hands. The enemy flinched and revealed an opening which Nemo took advantage and pierced his sword through swiftly. He trampled on the corpse harshly before kicking it to the side. Then, he turned around and deflected three arrows that aimed for him.
