Leaping over a fellow's shoulder, this Hos Sword Saint jumped into the Beastmen, his graceful form spinning in its original position. The giant sword in his hand tore apart the fragile hide of the Beastmen and drank deeply of their foul blood. In the blink of an eye, a strong Great Horned Beast was decapitated.
That wasn't all. Row after row of Hos Sword Saints leaped high from behind the shield wall, joining the battlefield with their pride. Each elegant blade matched its owner's height in length, achieving perfect balance between these great swords and their masters. Their fighting posture was as light as a feather, yet their power was as mighty as a tsunami.
With a swing of their blades, the Beastmen were shredded into pieces like tattered cloth. No Beastman could withstand the might of the Hos Sword Saints.
