Dust exploded behind Seo-jun as he dashed forward with his sword slicing through the air behind him like a ninja. He tightened his grip on the handle as the Serakels circled him like a slow tide.
He counted four as he swung through like killing mosquitoes, then eight, then stopped counting while green blood continuously splashed on him.
The Serakels' tongues sliced through the hot air in unison as their coordination turned the sweat back to cold.
"Leon!" Seo-jun said the name in a loud tone, while his bones shook as his boots slammed the ground hard. But only the low hiss of the countless forked tongues and the crunch of bones beneath scaled tails answered.
'Don't freeze. Don't you dare freeze.' He said to himself as he swung the blade wide and opened one creature from the shoulder to its hip. Green blood misted the air.
