Sweat dripped down Edward’s neck. His left leg was shaking, he didn’t know what to do, but at the same time there was no time to wait.
‘Guess I’m just gonna have to cleave my way through both of them,’ he thought. With this new resolution, he screamed out, launching himself at his opponents. Guiding the aura from his heart to his blade, he sent out a golden arc and then another right behind the first one. This power was granted to him thanks to the feat of making a Legend bleed. An accomplishment that made him stand out even amongst the Marked.
The two warriors narrowed their eyes, and jumped to the side, barely getting out of the way of the attack.
“Shit! It’s this thing again… He couldn’t do that last time…” The bearded man shouted.
“Just calm down and focus!” Before Camilla spoke the last word, Edward was already approaching her, his sword ready to strike.
The sharp edge whistled in the air. Camilla ducked under the blade, and tried to close the distance with the dagger. She cursed under her breath. The young warrior’s weapon was swinging back, blocking her path. The woman gave up on the attack, there wasn’t much she could do without her spear. Her eyes scanned the surroundings. She glanced behind her, then to her right, and back to Edward. As she noticed the tension in his eyes that kept jumping to Evan and back to her, the corners of her mouth rose, and a cold glint appeared in her eyes.
“Make your choice,” she said, running towards the army protecting Tiberius.
Ed took a step after her, but heard something ripping through the air behind him. He turned his torso, quickly putting his sword in front of the golden axe about to smash into him. He put his left hand on the flat side of the blade and angled it down.
‘This one’s going to hurt…’ The weapon smashed into his guard. He managed to redirect it downward, but the force still sent him flying away, tumbling through the thick snow.
“Now that’s a good one!” Tatsuo didn’t even bother lifting up the axe, he just started running while dragging it through the ground.
Edward pushed himself back from the ground. “Fine, if that’s how it must be.” He shook off his arms. His forearms felt like they were about to fall off after that strike.
‘Probably some minor fractures. They should heal in no time.’ He looked into the eyes of the oncoming warrior. Camilla was about to start tearing into the soldiers, while Evan was just a couple steps away from the warriors. He might be wounded, but he’s still a Marked…
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‘Where the fuck are Marcus and Layla when you need them…’ Edward’s eyes narrowed. Right now he couldn’t do anything with the burly man barring his path. At least there was one aspect the enemy clearly didn’t consider. ‘Thinking this guy can hold me back alone…’
Edward rushed to meet Tatsuo head on. Just like before he summoned some aura, molding it into a golden projectile. The other warrior smirked, covering himself with the head of his axe. The collision produced a ringing sound. Tatsuo lowered his axe, but was immediately met with another projectile, making him quickly raise it back up. The same thing repeated twice more, making Tatsuo grit his teeth in frustration.
“Enough of this!” Tatsuo ducked down, expecting another attack, but found nothing in front of him. A moment later a piercing pain came from his ankle. Edward’s bloodied sword just severed his tendon. He tried to smash him into the ground, but the young warrior was too nimble. Ed dodged the attack by the hair’s breadth, and stabbed his blade into the man’s torso. “Fuck!” He screamed out punching with his other hand. Ed jumped back. Gazing fiercely into the man’s soul. His expression looked like the expression of a man dying of thirst, standing in front of the only person blocking his way from a river.
“Well… Seems you’re a bit better than last time,” said Tatsuo, a hint of fear appearing in his voice, as he put pressure on the wound on his side.
Edward silently glanced behind the man. The lanky warrior was already pushing back the group of warriors, he noticed Kat and the others taking one step back after the other. He turned his head a little bit to the left. In the corner of his eye, Camilla was slicing through the armor of the vehicles, and killing all the soldiers in view.
With no time to waste, the young Marked dashed like a ravaged beast towards his opponent. The man couldn’t even get a good hold of his axe, before Edward created another hole in his torso. With one hand he started swinging his axe around him. Despite that, the young warrior didn’t stop his assault. He ducked under the axe blade, and just before the next swing, he closed in on the weapon. Before the axe gained back its momentum, he parried it into the ground. The vibrating metal kept ringing a while longer, while Edward smashed into Tatsuo’s face with his elbow.
“You motherfu…” The burly warrior had to swallow his words, taking a step back to dodge Edward’s slash. But the young man didn’t stop pushing forward. With every slash Tatsuo took another step back, panic entered his eyes, as he let go of his axe jumping back. Ed’s sword cleaved through the air, but the aura around it extended further and further, finally separating itself from the blade and forming its own arced shape, which hit the torso of the surprised opponent.
‘So that’s what Tarquin had in mind for this technique…’ Edward approached the bleeding enemy. His shoes sank in the red snow.
Tatsuo spit on the ground. “Too late to save your friends anyway kid. You failed… And you will always remember…” His last words got cut off by Edward’s blade piercing his throat.
The young warrior pulled back his weapon with a grimace. He looked towards Camilla wreaking havoc in the frontlines, carving the way for her army towards the fortress. But then his eyes jumped towards Katrina and her group, barely surviving against Evan and the other warriors’ assault. Edward’s fist squeezed the hilt of his sword tightly.