Oberon had saw this coming. One angry warrior who is just so loyal to his king.
He rolled his eyes, "Pathetic."
The warrior neared, blinded with rage. He drew out his sword, and swung at him.
Oberon dodged, and caught the sword. He twisted the arm of the sword bearer, and the sword hit him instead, causing a big cut.
"Does that feel good?" He grinned, and knocked him with his elbow.
The rest watched on, their jaws slacked with surprise.
"He has grown surprisingly strong," Thorne muttered.
Oberon turned to face the rest, "If you love yourselves, I would advice you just surrender yourselves," he intoned.
"Why would we do that? You are outnumbered, we could all rush in on you at once," Lucas sneered.
He scoffed, "Do not be such a child," he made the wolf's fang symbol again, and shot at Lucas, inflicting him with injuries as well.
The warrior that had wanted to fight him, backed off in fear.