Chapitre 112: Base Defence 2

John's gaze couldn't be locked on a single spot for too long; figures moved quickly and dust and explosions would obscure his vision. He glanced at one particular spot in the chaotic battlefield that was devoid of fighters, but before he could move his feet, a spear flew towards him. John sidestepped, the spearhead barely missing his shoulder.

John looked at the attacker, but they were already engaged in combat. Another spear was thrown at him, but this time, he was prepared. He dodged it effortlessly and made his way towards the empty spot he had seen earlier.

"That should do it," John muttered as he saw two figures lying on the ground.

He approached them cautiously, his dagger drawn. He knew they could be feigning unconsciousness, but he didn't think they would have the strength to do much more. He was right.