Daru didn't even need any warning from his comrades.
Before him as he turned was an oddly familiar face, one he had buried in a mythical den once.
Ae'shkar was out for blood, moonlit eyes blazing for a fiery revenge.
Daru and his comrades, ahead in numbers as they were, were all spent. Even the princess was almost out of consumables.
"Die!!"
The tall and lean Veshari, once with white hair — now bald, stabbed viciously in a quest for vendetta.
Daru had very little time to react, much less do anything else.
But he had time to pose ridiculously…
With a deafening clang, Ae'shkar bounced off his body, to its furious wielder's utter bewilderment.
"What?!" roared the Veshari as he stabilized his footing a few meters away from his target.
Somewhere to his side, another skirmish had begun between his two SSS-ranker comrades and the three SSS-ranker humans.
