"Ghhhaaah!" one of them cried out as Kouhei's blade struck his shoulder, blood splattering across the air.
"Stay together!" their leader barked, desperation cracking through his tone. "Don't let him divide us!"
But Kouhei was already dividing them. He dove suddenly—SWOOOSH!—slicing past one with such speed that the enemy's spear snapped in half, the shards scattering like falling stars. Before the man could even register, Kouhei spun, slamming the hilt of his blade into his gut—THUD!—and sending him flying back, gasping for air.
The other three rushed in fury, screaming as they rained attacks on him, but Kouhei danced through them. His wings snapped open and closed with perfect timing, each beat pushing him into just the right angle to dodge and counter.
CLANG! CLANG! CLAAAANG! His blade clashed against their spears in rapid succession, the sound like steel drums pounding in unison. The night shook with their fury, yet Kouhei's calm, steady rhythm overwhelmed them.
