One Vs Many
"One down, more to go...," Ossa exclaimed, shifting his gaze from the bronze soldier, now split in two, to the three Arctic Blue warriors who couldn't halt his attack.
Their eyes met his, and they swiftly retreated, cold sweat beading on their brows.
Though they were only ray one Arctic Blue warriors, not as formidable as William, they still possessed considerable strength.
In a smaller village, they might have been appointed as platoon leaders due to their strength and experience. However, faced with this undead creature possessing the regenerative abilities of a hydra, their pride as Arctic Blue warriors crumbled.
Their strength and experience meaningless before his regenerative capabilities not considering his formidable skills.
"I should have used my skills," pondered one of the Arctic Blue warriors, his gaze shifting from Osaa to the fallen comrade he had failed to protect, sadness and frustration in his eyes.