Puhwak—!
Chwiiiii—!
Arthur turned, leaving behind the heart-pierced orc, its massive body collapsing lifelessly.
His blade moved naturally, following the momentum of his turn.
With a single powerful swing, his sword whistled through the air—
—and an orc's head flew off, blood spraying in a crimson arc.
Arthur didn't slow down.
Ten orcs.
A full group.
He had to move fast.
Orcs were intelligent monsters—if given time, they would form a proper formation and overwhelm him.
So before that could happen…
He had to kill them all.
Akira stood behind, already chanting.
"Ice Arrow."
Her magic circle formed, pulsating with a cold, blue glow.
Then—
Pobobobok—!
Seven ice arrows tore through the battlefield.
Seven orcs fell, shrieking in agony.
Kkuuaaaak!
Chwiiik!
The moment the last spell struck, Arthur moved like a ghost, closing in on the final enemy.