บท 419: The Third Winds Of A Brewing Storm (3)

"Watch out!"

Toz didn't even have time to sigh in relief before Hal shouted. Toz had already sensed the attack. But he wasn't ready for the fact that it came from one of the armors Seich had already cut apart.

Seich's cut had been clean, like a surgeon's incision. Maybe that was why the armor got back up and repaired itself so quickly.

Toz could still see where Seich had cut the armor, and he focused on the obvious weak spot as he avoided an array of swords coming his way. He pierced his blazing sword into the armor's chest and filled it with roaring fire from inside.

Toz had to draw out his sword and dodge a second array of swords, so he didn't have time to pump a second round of fire into the armor. But he had still done enough to soften the armor and make it buckle to the ground in a reddish glow.

The other armors, unafraid of death, ignored their temporarily fallen comrade and charged toward Toz, the ghastly light in their helmets shining menacingly.