The sorcerer had the letter "D" on his forehead. It was his ethnic characteristic. All Letterans had letters or symbols marked somewhere on their body. Nobilities liked to cover their marks with cosmetics, while commoners left them out in the open. When the glaring cyan bolt penetrated the wooden cabin and flitted through him, the sorcerer was surprised and couldn't move a finger to react. The two spearmen before his flank simultaneously stepped in front of him, trying to stop Long Shaft from hitting the sorcerer.
Unfortunately for them, the magic bolt, shot by Akki, pierced through the two brave spearmen and disappeared due to its exhaustion of magic after making a little blood pit in the center of that "D" mark. That shot of Long Shaft would've run out of magic before coming out of the second spearman's skull if Akki had put slightly less magic into it. Directly after the bolt, Four gunshots were made, and the ronin had rushed out of the cabin, obviously using Twirl. Alongside the four new holes in the cabin, all the swordsmen and two hatchet users fell dead to the ground.
The three spearmen squad saw the incoming ronin and cautiously raised their spears, poking them out. Two of the members were standing too far behind their captain that their weapons could aid their leader. Without her teammates' help, the female captain still stabbed right in Akki's belly, although Akki was like a gushing wind, and she barely saw him. Before she could take a look at the man before him, her left hand had detached from her arm. It was only after losing her hand that the captain saw the ronin who she just hit. Akki was not wearing his red haori coat but the brigandine from the head of this troop. Interrupting the captain's screech, the ronin jabbed his katana through the woman's throat.
"Twirl!" Activating their speed hex and poking the spears, the two other spearmen immediately launched their attack on Akki. Meanwhile, an arrow flew through the battlefield, missing the target.
The ronin dodged backward, pulling himself out of the spears' ranges, then hurled one of his katanas toward the man at his left flank. While the last man of the squad was startled by the sudden death of his friend, Akki leaped forward as he struck the spearhead in front of him to the ground.
Although in deep sorrow, the spearman showed his proficiency. He quickly stepped back and dragged his weapon back into position. He was even fast enough to make a jab at Akki's abdomen. However, he was inexperienced with armored units. As the tip of his weapon buried itself in the leather armor, another arrow was launched, becoming a decoration on the brigandine. Not a moment later, the spearman's left hand was slashed off the wrist, and his head met the same end right after. Not giving the ronin any time to rest, another enemy wielding two hatchets charged toward him.
The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.
The attacker was not holding his weapons in front of him or even at his flank. His arms were naturally hanging behind him, and the head of the hatchets were at the same level as his shins.
Akki's tutor had taught him the advantage of dual-wielding was its speed and amount of attacking opportunities in close range. Its biggest weakness was that most hexes couldn't be cast when both hands held weapons. The lack of magic made mid-range combat painful for dual-wielders. However, dual-wielding's dominance in close range entirely made up for its neglectable flaw, which could be overcome by careful parrying. Akki could still remember his tutor forcing him to sprint again and again with Twirl. He could see his tutor wearing his white duanda in his dreams.
The ronin gasped and punched with his left hand, which was not holding a katana. Burst Fire. A three-meter flare spurted from his fist. The attacker could not parry without his weapon in the proper position. He dodged and almost got caught by the flame. Regardless, his chest was pierced through immediately. Akki levered the corpse on his katana, switching his position with the dead hatchet user to hide from the incoming arrow. The arrow hit the dead man's nape, squirting the blood.
Tugging his blade out of the opened chest, the ronin dashed in the direction of the archer. He lowered his body and placed his sword before his face, sprinting past clusters of trees. Another two arrows came one after another. The ronin blocked the first one with his katana and had his brigandine bearing the second one. He could see the three bowsmen standing a few meters away from him; two had just made the shots; the third one was drawing her bow. There was fear in their eyes. With much ease, the ronin slain all three of them.
Finally, Akki slumped to the ground with his weapon dropped to the ground. It had been a while since the last time he drained all his magic. It was not typical for professional warriors like Akki to run out of magic because hexes like Twirl and Burst Fire consumed little magic. Long Shaft was the sole reason why Akki was out of magic right now; that one single shot spent more than ninety percent of his magic.
While the ronin was slaughtering seven of the enemies, The bolting horse had taken Roal on a wild ride, smashing the carriage into an elm tree seconds later, and escaped after tearing up the front part of the carriage. The side of the landau that collided with the tree was completely broken, leaving a breach. From that giant breach, Krux's head rolled out of the cabin. Although Ranith also had his face smashed on the elm tree and fell in the puddle of Krux's blood next to the headless body, the plan was moving smoothly without interruption. A volley of projectiles plummeted upon the broken carriage. Arrows stuck on the wooden cabin, and stones scattered around the target.