For a second, nothing happened, then suddenly the thick turtle shell violently shattered into a dozen sharp splinters.
The raw kinetic force traveled straight through the broken shield, snapping the warrior's arm joints and driving the bone shards into his chest cavity.
The man fell backward without even letting out a scream.
Before the shield wall could reform, Sol's blue blade flicked out in a low, horizontal arc.
The edge cut through the remaining four shields like dry grass, severing the legs of the veterans at the shins.
The warriors collapsed into the red slush, their spears clattering against the stone, but before they could even register the pain, Sol stepped over them and brought his blade down three times, ending their cries instantly.
"Next," Sol muttered, his voice rough and completely casual.
But alas! Enemies were even more ungentlemanly than he had expected, without even waiting for him, the second batch was already rushing into the slot.
