The constructs charged simultaneously, their movements synchronized as though controlled by a single mind. Asher dashed forward, his sword clashing against the first guardian's crystalline blade. The clash sent shards scattering, but the guardian remained unbroken.
The second construct lunged at him with a spear. Asher twisted mid-air, narrowly avoiding the strike, and used the momentum to cleave through the first guardian's torso. The construct shattered into a cascade of glimmering shards.
The remaining four pressed on, surrounding him. Asher's eyes darted, analyzing their patterns. "They're fast, but fragile," he observed, dodging another spear thrust.
He stepped into the opening of their formation, his blade slicing through another guardian with a precise horizontal slash. Before the others could react, he ducked and swept his sword upward, shattering a third.