At their current level of skill the direct disciples are wholly capable of taking on an Orc all on their own. But with the issue of being outnumbered and having to deal with lowering aura levels, it was more feasible for Garnesh, Paul and Tarik to fight as a unit.
For every blocked or deflected hit that Paul received, Tarik and Garnesh would strike the orc just as hard. Often times Garnesh also covered Paul's back while Tarik focused on delivering the killing blow. The three of them worked in unison, meshing well with each other they incorporated techniques that were taught to them by Instructor Faisal.
Tarik switched between the red glow of his natural aura to the blue hue of the [Flowing Cloud Sword Technique]. Only glowing red whenever he used a Markluzian inspired slash. His style revolved around speed and precision while Garnesh was a swordsman that focused on power and balance. Two differing styles working together against a common enemy, if they got along with each other then they would be a captain's dream.
"Garnesh, on your left!" Paul called out as his sword clashed with the axe of an orc warrior.
"GOT IT!" Garnesh blocked a blow from a wooden club, it sent him a few meters back but the young man still stood strong.
With a crackle of lightning that came from Tarik's blue sword the orc in front of Paul didn't even have the chance to react as he cleaved its head off from the torso. Paul pushed the body off of him as he rushed towards the club wielding orc that was currently setting its eyes on Garnesh.
Even compared to most of the veteran soldiers they were considered monsters that stood at a higher level. They had access to more techniques than just the base ones handed to the regular soldiers and due to the pills and elixirs that they've consumed their levels of Aura are comparable to these same adults.
They were one of the main spectacles in sight for the regular soldiers and spellcasters at the back. Though the main attraction was one young soldier that stood with a flock of birds.
Hektor jumped into the air and delivered a finishing blow to the heart of another orc.
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Ravens flew to the eyes of every orc that even tried to stare at him, while the crows either served as waves of flesh aimed at displacing an opponent's strike or simply as an extra stepping block as their master dashed mid-air.
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For every different tone of whistling the birds knew what he wanted from them. Whenever he pointed an open palm towards a target they knew to pile their bodies acting like a fog to cloud the monster's vision. To the Markluzians, Hektor was an elite soldier that stood on his own. To the orcs, he was a mass of black birds with a glowing spear.
While the orcs being sent out can only be considered scouts, they were still at a level where the small camp should feel threatened. It's just that this time around, the elites present to welcome them were quite the powerful batch.
Off near the fortified walls of the camp, the soldiers observed the situation.
"It is almost like he is a noble or something." A soldier commented as he watched the scene, a priest appears to be healing a wound on his left shoulder.
"Like a noble?" Asked a curious disciple.
"Nobles fight with their personal skills or just their overwhelming amount of one of the two energies." The soldier began. "He's not only trained by your dojo as a direct disciple, the boy is also a master at using his personal skill… it's hard to find someone that can do both unless they're the child of a noble or they're just that talented."
"But from what I know, Hektor was just another kid from the frontlines." Another disciple chimed in.
"Then that's all the more reason to praise him. Imagine what kind of monster he'll become if he had the backing of a noble." The same soldier stated before he stood back up.
The soldier rushed forward once more, the number of orcs were dwindling. Soon enough the rest of the other soldiers will be cleared to join the fight again.
Souls: 123 -> 137
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The fourth prince is an extremely capable man, a great leader despite his age and a powerful combatant in his own right. To be the object of his attention and the person showered by his love was a dream for nearly every noble woman. Any woman in the kingdom would gladly take the position that Eliza currently held.
Eliza's eye twitched but she kept herself composed. Biting the inside her cheek until it bled.
The youngest prince held onto her hand while he rested his head on her shoulder. He wiped a tear before gripping on her hand just a bit tighter. "Those green-skinned bastards will pay, they will rue the day that they messed with our kingdom."
"To think that two of my brothers would fall at the hands of those cretins." He spat out, turning red with anger. "Savages…savages the lot of them."
He then embraced her, taking her into his arms. "I'm glad I found you Eliza, I truly am."
Eliza never liked the situation that the prince put her in, but she knew that complaining would be impossible. She was guarded by a whole group of knights, with her only outlet being combat she could at least vent her anger towards a more positive cause.
Once the prince took his leave she hurriedly placed herself at the nearest bath. "When is the next letter coming bird-brain?" She asked the crow that Hektor gifted her.
"You know where he is don't you?" She asked it again.
Squawk.
"Fine… what if I finally give him a bit of information on Lina? Surely he'll reply to me then!" Eliza's smile was genuine, one that she hasn't shown to anyone since the prince bought her.