Free Web NovelChapter 142: Sharp
Although Victor Shieldman had managed to remove the magical arrow that revealed his position, everyone in the camp could see the location of the singular glow.
"Get the intruder!" shouted one guard, drawing his sword. "The boss said whoever kills him gets a special bonus!"
Victor didn’t wait to be surrounded. He spun on his heels and began to run down the narrow corridor, dodging crates and barrels as the guards followed close behind.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t fight against many people in such a confined space, especially not with a sword, which he couldn’t wield with much freedom except for thrusts. Besides, the only thing he needed to do was to gain time and get as many enemies away from the wagons as possible.
As Victor ran, the rows of wooden crates around him seemed to close in, the sound of footsteps echoing rapidly. He knew he had to be smarter, faster, and more agile to escape this situation. His eyes scanned the corridor, looking for an escape route, an advantage he could use. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
Turning a corner, he spotted a more crowded area of iron crates. Without hesitation, he ducked into this area with a few steps. He ran to a corner and tried to gain time, because where he was the right side of the carts, which weren’t too far from the stairs leading to the second floor of the warehouse. That way, Bel would have a chance to get the black sword.
"It’s got to be here somewhere!" one of the guards shouted. "Spread out and find him!"
Victor didn’t stop and crept through the shadows, moving as quietly as a ghost. His eyes found the exit of the warehouse, a closed wooden gate. He knew his best chance was to open the gate and create a ruckus in the yard, drawing attention away from the warehouse, but the risky part was that the gate was too close to the wagons.
"I think I saw him run this way!" said a voice close to Victor.
Quickly, Victor looked around for ways to buy some time. His agile, light-adapted eyes found a small bottle of beer on an iron crate, so he picked it up and threw it to his right.
The sound of the bottle smashing against a wall drew the attention of the guards, who turned toward the sound.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Victor started to run to the left, but a brawny hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"I found you!"
Victor instinctively twisted his free hand, moving quickly to disarm his attacker. It was a hunter, a stocky man in armor. She tried to hold Victor back and shout something else because she had a smile on her face and her mouth was already open, but Victor was quicker, twisting her arm and then attacking her with his sword.
Unfortunately, the man was a typical hunter and his weight didn’t prevent him from developing excellent reflexes and reaction speed. He dodged Victor’s blade, which, instead of hitting his head, only grazed one of his ears.
Victor didn’t give up. Taking advantage of the fact that he already had one of the man’s arms in his grasp, Victor spun his entire body around and managed to pull the burly hunter into him, throwing him against the metal crates.
"You won’t... get away that easy!" the burly hunter growled as he struggled to get to his feet, but his consciousness seemed to be a bit shaky from the sudden shock of hitting so much metal.
Victor barely had time to catch his breath before another hunter emerged from the darkness, a dagger in each hand and a predatory look in her eyes. It was a tall, thin woman, her movements as silent as a snake’s. She smiled maliciously. She smiled maliciously, her eyes glittering with the promise of violence.
"Surrender now, and I promise your death will be swift." She hissed.
Victor ignored her words. He knew that if he hesitated, he would be dead. With a leap, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air with a deadly whirr. The old man’s speed surprised the woman, but she dodged with feline grace and still tried to strike at Victor’s chest with her daggers.
He spun around, the blade of his sword catching one dagger while the other grazed his side and tore through his jacket.
Victor didn’t even feel the pain and used the speed of his movement to push the woman back with one shoulder.
She staggered, but quickly regained her balance, a murderous glint in her eyes.
"You’re tougher than you look. I like that," she muttered, lunging forward again with a series of quick, precise punches.
Man, I hate assassins. Victor thought.
Victor could easily keep up with her attacks, but he had the advantage here. In addition to her weapons advantage, she had companions, so he needed to end this fight quickly. With a move that seemed a bit desperate, he kicked one of the nearby metal crates, causing it to topple over and roll toward the woman.
She deftly dodged, but the moment of distraction was enough for Victor to move in. He struck a powerful blow with his sword, and this time the blade hit flesh, cutting deep into the woman’s shoulder. She screamed in pain as blood gushed from the wound. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Victor was about to finish her off when another hunter appeared, this one a short, muscular man with a massive iron club. He struck Victor, who this time flew into the iron crates.
"Damn..." the assassin whispered, her voice breaking as she tried to get up, only to collapse again.
"What are you doing, Pamela? If you go on like this and die, you’ll leave my profit higher," he said, turning the club in lazy circles towards Victor. "But don’t worry, you don’t have to fight anymore, little Pamela."
"I...? Little?" She asked.
"And you, old man, I hope you put up a good fight."
Victor simply stepped out of the pile of metal with ease and raised his sword in a defensive position.
The man lunged forward with a roar, but, at this point, Victor didn’t move his hands or his sword. He moved one of his legs, and it wasn’t even to strike. Victor just lifted his left foot a little and stomped it on the ground with a little more force than usual, creating a thorn in the ground with Den of Transformation.
The thorn wasn’t big, but it was sharp, and since the man was too busy looking at Victor, it pierced one of his feet so far that it went right through him, as if he had stepped on the end of a sharp spear.
"ARHGGHH!"
