"Gentlemen, I already told you. We are adventurers."
"You dare disobey Viscount Syria's guards?!" One guard approached Alex, lifting his right hand and striking it down on Alex's shoulder to bring him to his knees, but to his shock, he slammed metal.
Bam!
His bones almost shattered, causing him to grunt deeply as his face turned crimson.
"You…!"
Shing!
Other guards unsheathed their swords, but the King Swordsmen blurred into action. Almost instantly, they closed the gap, swinging their twin swords with swiftness.
In the next moment, the sound of their swords sliding back into their sheaths as they made their way up the sentry tower dispersed through the cold, chilly wind.
The hem of their cloaks bounced against their boots as they climbed the staircase. Upon arrival at the second floor, a King Swordsman knocked twice.
Click! Creak!