Two men were glaring at each other. The white-haired man, whose hair reached his shoulders, looked calm; this was Sentrie. The other was an orange-haired man, the leader of this group.
"Go to hell!"
The orange-haired man lunged at Sentrie. He brought his left hand up, clenched in a tight fist, and aimed it at Sentrie. Sentrie's cloak flapped in the wind, anticipating the orange-haired man's attack.
As the orange-haired man's fist was about to connect with Sentrie, Sentrie raised both his hands to block the punch and simultaneously struck the orange-haired man's left arm.
"Ouch."
The orange-haired man cried out in pain. He began to sway to his right. Just as he was about to fall, Sentrie used his left leg to kick the orange-haired man's foot.
The orange-haired man's face slammed into the ground. He used both his hands to push himself up and quickly got to his feet.
"You don't know who you're messing with!"
The orange-haired man used his right hand to grab a knife from his right hip and swiftly rushed at Sentrie.
He stabbed towards Sentrie's chest. Sentrie dodged to his left and used his elbow to strike the orange-haired man's face. However,
the orange-haired man saw an opportunity to stab Sentrie's arm, and he tried to do so. Sentrie narrowly avoided the orange-haired man's attack.
Sentrie backed away, watching for the orange-haired man's next move. Blood was dripping from the orange-haired man's nose. He used his hand to wipe away the blood.
While the two were observing each other, a young black-haired man from the orange-haired man's group picked up a gun and fired at Sentrie.
Although Sentrie could hear the sound of the bullet coming, he couldn't dodge it. The bullet pierced through the center of his torso.
Sentrie quickly turned to look in the direction of the bullet. The black-haired man was holding the gun up.
The distance between Sentrie and the man was about two meters. Sentrie quickly sprinted towards him, using his own hands and arms to wrap around the man's neck.
The man couldn't breathe or say anything. Other people started rushing towards Sentrie. Sentrie snapped the black-haired man's neck and looked around.
He saw a woman with a long sword closest to him, about one meter away. The others were about four meters away. Sentrie gave a slight smile. Even though he was injured, he could still endure it.
All of this took only a few seconds. He grabbed the gun from the black-haired man and quickly dashed towards the woman. He raised the gun and shot the woman with the long sword in the face.
The bullet grazed past her face and hit a tree behind her. She fell. Sentrie quickly picked up her sword and looked around to analyze the situation.
He saw four people with guns, six people with swords, and over ten people without weapons. He assessed himself and realized that he could not win in this situation.
He quickly ran into the forest, but he was hit by two or three more bullets. He hid in the forest, but he couldn't hide for long, as his blood trail was a sign that allowed them to track him.
While running, he checked his physical
condition and found that he was now severely injured, having already been badly hurt from earlier when he was in the house with Serin. He thought of the group leader, the orange-haired man, the only one with magical powers.
He assessed the situation, thinking that if he kept running, he wouldn't be able to escape, and even if he fought, it was impossible to survive. The group stuck together; there was no way they would split up.
He analyzed the situation as he fled. Two or three more bullets grazed past him. His body was starting to give out. He looked at his surroundings.
He found himself in a forest with no thickets to hide in, the trees were not large enough to conceal him, and there were no animals nearby. He thought of a way and a situation that could save him.
"Impossible. There's no way I can escape from here!"
His eyes started to blur, his speed slowed, and his body grew weak.
"Hope... there must always be hope."
Ahead of him was a cliff. The area he was in was a high mountain. Blue grass surrounded the spot where he stood. He turned back and saw a group running towards him, about ten meters away.
He glimpsed a large tree that seemed capable of hiding him, but it was too far. He stood still, calmly. He could jump down because beneath him was a vast ocean, but the waves were violent.
He smiled slightly. Suddenly, the blue grass began to glow, healing him, but it could only heal his prior wounds; the injuries sustained from the fight could not be healed.
In his heart, he wanted to jump, but he was hesitant because the orange-haired group leader had the power to pull him back. So, he chose to raise the gun and shoot the group leader. Ten bullets hit Sentrie's body.
But the bullet Sentrie fired hit the orange-haired group leader's head, killing the man instantly. He secretly smiled to himself because the bullets that hit him had not struck any vital points.
He glanced at the group before jumping off the high mountain. He plunged into the vast ocean. As he was falling, he lost consciousness.
The group split into two: one group to tend to the leader and the other to track Sentrie. The second group arrived at the spot where Sentrie had stood. The blue grass there was glowing.
The group searched for Sentrie but found nothing.
"You won't get far."
The voice shouted, echoing across the area. The voice belonged to the group chasing Sentrie. They failed to find Sentrie and returned to their group leader.
"No, we can't save him."
A woman in the group cried out and said. The group fell silent, and some went to look at the others whom Sentrie had killed.
The people in the group memorized Sentrie's face.
"I will remember you until I get my revenge!"
They shouted out.