Outside the Old Building, a fight broke out. Two against countless robed figures, attacking them nonstop.
Three talismans flew like shurikens, hitting three robed figures right in the head. The talismans' tips instantly turned to flames, burning the robed figures into dark mist.
Meanwhile, Mister Nocty slid back, the tip of his shoes creating shallow tracks until he came to a full halt.
At the same time, Mikel punched the last robed man who came to his side, burning it with just a punch. Unlike Mister Nocty, who used a talisman drawn out of nowhere to fight, Mikel was simply using his fists with barely any spiritual energy to stay undetected.
"Mister Nocty, there's no end to these guys!" Mikel huffed as he paused, watching the remaining wave of robed figures come at him. He punched and kicked them, dodging their attacks in between.
