Strike (5)

The man wearing the orange striped black coat took a deep breath. There was only one way left.

He was confident in his ability to escape. But he was a guardian- one tasked to protect the princess.

His eyes became serious as he charged at the being with all his strength, using his wind attribute to the fullest.

It did not take even a moment to close the gap; he was just before the masked assailant, the blade of his sword very close his unguarded neck.

Just when he was beginning to think it was a sure hit, the assailant disappeared. His sword cut through nothing but empty air.

He quickly took a defensive stance as he scanned the surrounding, only to find the being standing leisurely a few meters away from him.

The wariness in his eyes increased. He was amongst the fastest in the entire Empire, but his opponent seemed to treat his agility very lightly.