"Don't meddle with something you don't understand, drifter." The leader squinted his eyes. He raised his sword and aimed it at Siderius. "It might be the last thing that you will ever do."
Siderius jumped down from Red. He placed the bow on the ground and grabbed at Blazing Soul on his waist.
"I have never faced a spirit swordsman before. Come, show me what you are made of."
Siderius slowly walked toward the swordsmen. The leader eyed a soldier and gestured with his head.
"You. Go deal with that mad man."
The soldier drew his sword. Spiritual energy enveloped the blade.
"Spirit sword and Dull Steel. I wonder which one is better."
Siderius flipped the fire switch over and drew Blazing Soul. The sword caught on fire and burned fiercely.
"What is that?!" A soldier blurted out. "Is there such a spirit technique?"
"No… It is something else." The leader squinted his eyes.
The soldier didn't back down because of the fire. He rushed at Siderius and lunged at him.
