The iron tortoise split into multiple and kept advancing on the bigger force, not really caring about Kyrain save for just the eye they did keep on him as he was an unknown variable they didn't understand. He wasn't really suprised, why would they honestly care about a single warrior when they have a much larger force in front of them.
The Israelite forces were not just waiting they formed their own shield wall and prepared to engage the multiple defensive troops. Kyrain knew the feeling right before contact and he waiting until they had just about collided when he struck. There was a shout as he flew in and executed a front push kick to the rear shield and to his absolute suprise, the man he pushed was blasted back as if he was shot out of a circus cannon ripping the formation apart and injuring many as the poor man he kicked went through them all. By the time he stopped, he was a mangled mess of twisted bloody flesh with absolutely no chance of survival.
Kyrain was easily the fastest to recover. His mind was way overpowered and everything was factored in less than a moment allowing him to move into the attack. His sword flashed and men began to die before they could even react. His blade flashed through them hardly moving them. It was similar to ripping a table cloth without disrupting what was on the table. They would get cut and after a brief pause they would fall down and apart, blood splattering. It took all of ten seconds and one formation of around 20 soldiers was dead.
The other troops on both sides were stunned by the speed and brutality of the attack. The Syrians shook off their suprised and turned their attention to what they now realized was beyond deadly. Leaving themselves wide open to attack from the Israelite warriors who didn't hesitate to continue to move in, but keep their distance from the black fiend that was Kyrain.
Kyrain cleaved the haft of a spear way easier than he thought he could. He expect some resistance, but when none came, his blade cleaved through that and continued through a shield killing the man on the other side with impunity. There was a pause which allowed a spear to stab into the middle of Kyrains back, but it was deflected by his armor.
Kyrain still turned with the strike as he normally would to lessen the impact then he got space. "Well that answers that question." Kyrain said as he shook his sword and shield in preparation for the slaughter that was about to come.
As he darted in faster than anyone could see, but he was taken by suprise as a front kick landed on his side sending him rocketing into a dirt bank with a cloud of dust erupting on impact.
Kyrain stirred, slightly shaken from the twin impacts.
"What?" He asked to himseld as he got back up and looked for the train that ran him over, but all he saw was a larger man in metal armor holding a sword and shield of his own.
He spoke and naturally Kyrain didn't understand a word. Kyrain moved and targeted the man who to Kyrain's suprise, matched him step for step. Kyrain was expecting to cleave through the man's sword, but to his suprise it held and didn't even take any damage. Instantly reacting he slammed the edge of his shield into the mans chest who seemed stunned by the strength put into the strikes coming at him.
The shot from the shield gave the Syrain his own turn in being launched where he continued to tumble without having a dirt embankment to stop him. Kyrain didn't just stand by, he charged and was about to finish this fight, but the recovery time of this man was impossible.
He was up as fast as Kyrain was and began moving through style after style, reading everything Kyrain was doing and actually forcing him back. The Syrain was pushing back more and more, beginning to move faster and faster. Until Kyrain tripped backwards. In a panic he reached out as he normally would with his system guided skills.
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He felt it. He sensed it. It was very different without the system. Instead of the comfort he felt when he used his path all he felt was a state of wrongness with the world. The kinetic energy of the man's strike died and Kyrain could see the man's eyes widen.
A word left the man's lips that he recognized.
"Infiniti."
Kyrain jumped to his feet, sword and shield readied as he thought about that word.
"You're a user!" Kyrain said in suprise, but the words were nonsense to the man. Kyrain needed information, but he had no way to breach the language barrier without the system.
If this man was a user that means his life span would be enormous and there were probably stories about him in his time.
Before he could do anything to try to communicate the attacks came in again. Kyrain pushed his skills again and the wrongness that felt almost like the world was rejecting him and like he didn't belong anywhere came back, but more. He didn't have time to explore any of his skills, but he could use a crude version of them which slowed his opponent drastically.
Kyrain didn't hesitate. He slashed across the mans front ripping through leather and iron armor and a funny material underneath which provided a crazy amount of resistance to his black blade. The man shouted in pain and pulled back just enough to keep the strike from being instantly lethal, which was bewildering to Kyrain as he thought he had the man's energy locked down.
Then to Kyrain's horror as the man shifted back in agony, he swing with his blade seemingly out of reflex or instinct. It cut through through his own armor and left a light line of searing pain up his chest and nicked his face leaving a furrow on the right side of his face stopping at the cheek bone as his own reflexes caused him to pull away and stagger back.
Fury at the pain overtook Kyrain and he lashed out with all the antimatter he could in a line in front of him, his own intent was to destroy. A black beam erupted from his outstretched hand and rocketed toward the man in front of him. Eyes opening wide in fear, the man jumped to the side as quickly as he could, but wasn't fast enough. His left arm just below his elbow got clipped by the beam as it continued into the line of Syrian men that had formed up at the back of the man in a defensive formation. Kyrain was shocked at what he had done through the group of shielded and armored men was a perfect hole cut cleanly into armor and flesh alike and into the ground afterward.
Kyrain watched in horror as the wounds some of the men sustained continued to expand. The wounds turned black themselves and afterward they began to fall away into a black powder. Slow at first then faster and faster until nothing remained of the men who died screaming.
There was a slice and wet thud that caught Kyrains attention. He looked over at the man he had fought and had wounded. He held a strange crystal like blade next to a heavily bleeding stump where his lower arm had been.
Kyrain looked down and watched as the severed limb turned to black powder.
Fighting through the pain, Kyrain raised his sword and shield to prepare for combat once more, but the man he had been fighting shook his head, sheathed his weapon, put his hands up and began to back away with the remaining troops. Kyrain didn't pursue, he watched as they walked slowly, cautiously away, before they turned and ran as quickly as they could.
Kyrain slumped to the ground in relief and began to assess his injuries. He had a large gash up his chest and his face was cut from chin to cheek bone.
He reached to his belt on the back right side and opened up a small pouch. He pulled two small vials and a box of zip tie stitches. The first vial was a red healing tonic created from crushed monster cores and something else. The second was orange iodine. The tonic didn't heal all injuries, but helped a lot with clotting and regeneration. After he sanitized the wounds with the iodine, he put the zip tie stitches on and pulled the wound closed then pulled a large roll of adhesive that he put over the wound.
As he did this, he was keeping a careful watch on the Israelite forces in the distance who were still watching him. After the 10-15 minutes it took to patch himself up, he dressed, grabbed his weapons then began to march off. He had to slow down for his wounds to heal with the tonic and not have them rip open again.
The entire time, his mind was split between his fight with that unknown warrior who managed to press him and the black beam he used that destroyed everything it touched.