Clash

The two groups crashed into each other, blood was ahead and the crunch of metal and brute force were the only thing that could be heard.

The bandits this time looked more hardened and experienced. Elite bandits consited of 1/4th of the bandit army and they were much stronger then the average bandit.

The could stay in a formation and move quickly on the commands that were relayed to them. The two hooded figures were in the forfrount of the battle, the saber wielding figure jumped over the red barrack members and slashed at the spearmen behind them.

A blade of darkness seemed to emerge out of his saber as he swung it, and it eloganted and flew into the spearmen behind the red barrack members.

Blood spurted and the spearmen of Muno gave off a cry as they collpased in pools of blood.

The saber wielding figure then turned his attention to the red barrack members who he had jumped over.

He spotted one that was currently staggering a bit under the full onsloute of several elite bandits. He grabbed a spear from one of the fallen spearmen and stabbed it into the back the red barrack member.

The red barrack member fell on his knees as blood spurted out of his mouth. But before the saber wielding figure could relish in his joy of killing a rose knight, a slash of red light forced him to drop the spear and jump back.

The spearmen had retreated at seeing how dangerous the saber wielding figure was, creating a small gap between the red barrack members who were trying their best to hold off the swarms of bandits and the rest of the group. The spearmen were in the front looking cautiously at the saber wielding figure.

The saber wielding figure looked to see who had shot the slash of red light, and he saw a boy standing 5 meters away from him. His red hair shone under the orb of light in the sky and his black sword with red runes seemed to glow as brightly as the villainous smile on his face.

Lyle approached the saber wielding figure with his sword extended. He walked calmly towards the saber wielding figure, while red energy seemed to gather on his sword. The saber wielding figure didn't want to give him a chance to charge up whatever that was and quickly ran up to him and slashed his deadly saber at his neck intending to end this boy's life once and for all.

The Saber which emmited a cold steel light, stopped a few inches away from Lyle's neck. A smaller black sword was blocking the saber from moving anyfoward.

Lyle looked at the Saber wielding hooded figure, this time with cold eyes, in his view he could now see a red barrack member collapsed on the group with a large steam of blood coming from his abdomen and wounds covered all over his body.

Bandits swarmed the fallen red barrack member and slashed at him or kicked him as he laid on the ground shallowly breathing. His armour that shone so brightly, was now dirty and chipped, some of the bandits started to hack at his arms and legs. Outhers went for his head, but the helmet that he had was to firm for their low grade swords to penetrate them.

Lyle jumped back and dashed to the fallen red barrack member with the saber wielding figure close on his tail.

Lyle scooped the red barrack member in his arms and Shunpoed away, Iit was almost comical seeing a boy who looked to be around 13 years old carrying a full grown armoured muscular, both of them were covered in blood as the wounds on the red barrack member kept on letting more drip out.

Lyle dropped him gently on the ground next to Charlie who was already creating the magic formula for heal on his body as soon as he saw Lyle come in.

The saber wielding figure after noticing that Lyle had retreated decided to attack the red barrack members who had their backs exposed. Though the spearmen of Muno tried to defend the red barrack members who had defended them from the swarms of bandits. Their spears were cut in half and they could only watch in dispear as he held up his saber over the back of a red barrack member.

He brought the sword down, but a sudden blast of wind made him quickly redirect his sword swing to the sky.

A black sword met the saber wielding figures swing.

The blast of wind blew back the hood that was on his face for so long. A human face with brown hair and eyes appeared. Scars covered his body, and an eye patch covered his left eye. On his right eye a dark purple tattoo was etched into his skin. It circled around his eye and went down to his neck. Lyle couldn't see where the tattoo lead to but he imagined that it spread through out his entire body. Which was what gave him such strong power and strength.

Lyle Shunpoed to the ground again and struck low at the Saber wielding hooded figures ankles.

The saber figure squn his sword by twisting his wrist back vilotelty making it rotate 180 degrees to block the swing.

That swing made the saber figure fly back a few meters he landed on his feet while digging his saber into the ground to hold himself steady. His saber cleaved through ground like it was butter.

The Saber figure looked up at Lyle and was about to ready his stance again, but he realized that Lyle had disappeared, he quickly scanned his surroundings, but it was to late, a sword stabbed into his side and the saber wielding figure saw the black sword pericing through his stomach hitting vital organs.

He sadly smilled and looked at Lyle who was holding the back sword with its red runes glowing bright and gave a small nod of respect to the good battle. He looked up to the sky and close his eyes and almost immedtly after his entire body dissapted into blue flacks that floated up into the sky.

Lyle didn't have time to look the blue flakes and hurried to the front lines where the red barrack members were forced to back up, slowly from the wild swarms of bandits, the spears that had continuously thrust through the banidts ranks had disappeared thanks to the saber dude and the red barrack members were suffering from the just defending and giving the occasionally head slam.

Lyle picked up a spear from one of the fallen spearmen and threw it into the ranks of the bandits scewering 3 at a time.

He shouted and waved to the rest of the spear men

"come on, are you going to abandoned the red members again?"

The spear men out of a mixed sense of shame rushed back up to support the red barrack members. Giving the red barrack members enough room to breath.

In another corner of the battlefield the blue barrack members with the support of the green barrack members outflanked the large amount of bandits and wittled down their numbers.

But an unknown menace was attacking them. A invisible menage would appear in his hooded cloak and stab with his daggers into the back of an a rose knight trainee. The blue barrack members assault was stopped momentarily to deal with the menace. And they quickly circled around the injured and to watch each outhers back.

One of the blue barrack members suddenly jerked his head back as a dagger passed just millimeters away from his throat. Hooded figure jumped away and melted into nothingess before their very eyes.

The cautiouness of the Blue barrack members peaked and they carefully watched their surrondings.

The cry of a hawk caught some of their attention. And a brown feathers hawk with gold colored talons and beak dove down and strached at an invisible figure.

The invisible figure let out a sound of surprise as he backed up swinging his dagger to get the nuance of the bird out of his face.

A gleaming dagger came whistling at him, and he quickly put strengh into his legs and jumped up. He went up a few meters and saw the person who had thrown the dagger. A black haired person who's face was almost completely covered in a dark letherish rouge attire. The only think the dagger figure could see was two brown eyes that looked at him like prey.

And soon he saw why. Two arrows flew into him, he had no time to dodge these arrows they were just to fast and he was in the air, the best that he could do was lift on of his daggers to block one of them. But even then the force left by that arrow made his arm tremble.

The other arrow accruetly struke his shoulder making his left arm go limp. The dagger weidling figure couldn't even see who shot the arrow all what he knew was that he saw a the glint of a arrowhead on the walls, when he was in the air.