185: Skallagrimur Mountain
"Crippling my body? What scary things to be said by a weakling." Arthur's face sneered under his hooded cloak.
"Gang him up! And spare no limbs attached to his body!"
The dozens of youngsters who had surrounded him lunged forward from every direction.
The air crackled with anticipation as Arthur's hooded figure stood in the center of the circle, his eyes glowing with a sinister light.
The youngster, fueled by their urge to fill their mouth, charging at Arthur without any remorse for their own safety.
Swords gleamed, spears whistled through the air, and fists clenched in determination. But Arthur remained calm, his cloak billowing around him as if infused with a mysterious power.
As the first attacker swung his sword, Arthur effortlessly sidestepped, his movements swift and graceful.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a gust of wind, redirecting the blade's trajectory.