The wave (4)

A few minutes passed, the battlefield was getting bloodier and bloodier, severed arms and legs, heads separated from their bodies were lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

And in the middle of it all, a brown-skinned young man in a light armor set made of black leather, walked calmly with his katana in hand.

His hair was black and his face was stained with blue blood that made his smile sinister as he approached the horde of goblins that were desperately trying to break through the barricade.

"Damn, I just killed their leader, shouldn't they be messy?" Jura-Cliff.

They had opted for the strategy of eliminating the enemy command to sow discord among them but against all expectations, these hideous abominations continued to attack with the same ferocity.

"Perhaps the fact that they would be controlled by a superior force would prove plausible?"

Cliff furrowed his brows, cursing that assumption.

"It will complicate things, if I have to face an enemy above the mutant rank right now. »

'the orgres are enough for me!'

Cliff had realized it, felt far too weak and inexperienced in melee combat as well as single combat.

'The reason ?'

He had never had a real fight where his life was staked on every misstep.

Everything was new to him, even though he made great efforts to adapt, his mind seemed to have taken a hit.

How can you not be overwhelmed by the sight of these dismembered humanoid bodies?

" It makes me want to vomit "

Cliff let out a big sigh, he made a sudden movement with his arm and sliced ​​a goblin that was attacking him from behind.

[You killed…]

Ignoring the voice of the announcement, he continued his travesty, doing a quick footwork while slashing his enemies on his way.

Somewhere further away, two men and a young woman were standing in front of the barricade, busy intercepting these bloodthirsty green primates who were trying to get past the barrier.

"Normally, they would have already dispersed" Akumu said as he withdrew his saber which he had stuck in the abdomen of a little green man.

With his tired expression, the young man with wolf ears glanced at Rakahn, his oldest friend was there next to him slaughtering the goblins.

His movements became more and more fluid, his body seemed to adapt to all his demands, it was as if...

''As if he were doing a dance''

And at the same time his movements were the most deadly, his khopesh were so sharp that with each blow he dealt, a life was extinguished.

"To think that in such a short time he has already surpassed me"

Rakahn and Akumu were best known for their rivalry.

Since their earliest childhood, during heir duels between allied clans, their fights only ended in draws.

Rakahn was always superior to him in physical strength but Akumu compensated for this weakness by amplifying his with mana, but now even his insane amount of mana could not compete with the physical strength that Rakahn accumulated by absorbing the essence of the monsters he shot down.

"Hey, you lose nothing by waiting, I wouldn't let myself be beaten" he sneered as he rushed into a tide of goblins.

"Let's see who can kill the most!"