The Assassin in Bone Armor

The battle was not over. Nine, fresh demonic roosters appeared out of thin air, and they didn’t waste a second, they were on the offensive.

Three of them headed towards Timothy and his friends, while the rest headed towards the platoon. He couldn’t kill the three of them himself, not without getting pecked on the head by the rooster’s iron-like beak, so he had to be creative.

“I’m gonna need your sword real quick,” He said to Ortana, and snatched one of her short swords off of her hands.

Afterwards, with all the strength that he could muster, he flung the short sword towards one of the roosters, and hit it right in the middle of its chest! This was enough to pin the rooster down, as it had suffered internal damage, but it wasn’t dead yet.

Nevertheless, he only had two targets to deal with right now. So he lunged forward, planted his feet to the ground, and swung his boney claymore sideways, as hard as he could!