Clang!
Ding!
Steel clashed with steel as the first of the enemy lunged at Razel, their weapons sparking violently beneath the pale moonlight.
Razel twisted, allowing the blade to glide just past his ribs before countering with a vicious elbow to the man's face.
Crack!
The blow ended up sending the man stumbling back into a nearby tree.
Elias, calm as ever, sidestepped an incoming arc of fire, his left hand carving a sharp motion in the air.
Woooshhh...
A wall of wind howled to life in front of him, swallowing the fire whole and scattering the embers.
Around them, the eight remaining invaders had formed a half-circle, their bodies low, weapons drawn, preparing for a coordinated assault.
"Just surrender," Razel said, cracking his knuckles. "You're not the first Gold ranks I've handled and you won't be the last."
Elias simply stared at them. He wasn't worried that they were Gold ranked individuals. He was certain of his own strength and he didn't see himself losing here.
