Chapitre 181: Surrounded

The students were being attacked from all sides, split into random small groups, enemies pouring from every direction, puppeteers dancing around, their unison seemingly unbreakable, weaving and spinning around with bloody grace, none had died yet, but many had been injured, forced to focus on dodging the burning attacks of the defilers, who were otherwise more dangerous than getting slashed or stabbed.

Utter chaos was befalling them all, their saving graces amounted to two things, the rigorous training they had been made to follow relentlessly, and the protection of their teacher, many puppeteers and defilers seemed to spontaneously combust were they to get to close to actually harming someone severely.