Fleeing

Jon and Ethan ran outside the castle. Ethan looked over at the soldiers' bodies. The blood flowed and with a cold atmosphere, it was like a painting.

Ethan said. " You are strong."

" Not enough. " Jon said. He was looking for the surprise attack. Not that he is excited for. ' Need to hurry. Amon and Reime were holding back that wolf. '

They raced through the snow-laden corridors of the castle, their breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air.

Jon's sword remained poised at his side, ready to bring swift retribution to any who dared to stand in his path. He walked past the dead one who he slayed down.

Their footsteps echoed through the empty halls.

As Jon rounded a corner, he encountered a group of adversaries, their weapons drawn and their eyes filled with malice. Without hesitation, Jon sprang into action, his blade a blur of motion.

He parried their strikes with deft precision, each clash sending sparks flying into the frosty air. Jon sometimes used his legs either kicks or move around.

Ethan looked at the dance Jon put on. He was amazed by such movement.

With every swing of Jon's sword, he carved a path through his enemies, his movements a symphony of lethal intent. He stabbed the man's throat because he was in his way.

His strikes were lightning-fast, each slash accompanied by the chilling whistle of steel parting the air. The bodies of his adversaries fell like marionettes, their screams lost in the frozen castle.

Amidst the chaos, Jon's footwork remained nimble and sure, his steps leaving fleeting imprints upon the pristine snow. He darted and weaved through the sea of adversaries, his body a blur of calculated motion.

He had practiced sword and now was the time to showcase it.

And finally, as the last enemy crumpled to the ground, defeated and lifeless, Jon stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving and his sword still unsheathed.

He kicked at the dead and signalled Ethan to follow him.

" That was beautiful. " Ethan said.

" They are your people. " Jon laughed.

Jon saw the front door he entered. He heard the sound of fire and roar. ' Battle is still going. '

He jumped down the stair. Using his body, he slowed down the momentum. And dashed forward outside.

The wolfman punched at Amon. Amon faced the punch with his face.

It did nothing.

Amon then launched forward with a ferocious jab, his fist cutting through the air like a bullet. Because it was fueled by his Flame.

Caleb dodged the strike with a graceful sidestep. Despite his large body, his movement was like a cat.

Caleb's fists weaved through the air, his strikes landing with the precision of a surgeon's blade. Each blow was an art form, a testament to his understanding of the human anatomy and the vulnerabilities of his opponent.

He was a doctor before he became the guard of this island. ' No matter how much I put my strengths, I can't see to damage him. Why? ' He asked himself while dodging the Flame.

He had the upper hand in this battle. Amon had nothing but firepower. Caleb moved fast and precise as well as can dodge instantly. That was the nature of his Devil Fruit.

" Ancient Zoan, Model Dire Wolf. "

Caleb quickly abandoned frightening Amon and chose his prey the little girl behind Amon. He already smelled blood inside the castle.

He tried fleeing but the Flame stopped him from doing this.

Caleb said. " All right. Time out. "

He then transformed into a pure Zoan.

A thick coat of fur, perfectly camouflaged against the wintry backdrop. With eyes gleaming like shards of ice, the wolf exuded an air of primal authority.

In an explosion of brute force and instinct, the wolf lunged forward, its powerful hind legs propelling it forward with an incredible burst of energy.

Amon crossed his hand and focused all of his strength on his legs to brace for the impact.

With unrelenting precision, the wolf's forepaw connected with Amon, releasing a fierce impact that reverberates through the snow-laden air.

The force of the kick sent the unfortunate recipient sprawling backwards, crashing into a mound of powdery snow.

The wolf moved to Reime.

Reime smiled at the wolf and pushed the air. ' Stick. ' She said inwardly.

The wolf did not think much about Reime's strange hand movement. He continued.

He opened his mouth, revealing the fangs soaked with silva. Reime pushed the air and the wolf collided with it.

' What? ' Caleb thought.

Reime laughed and jumped in the air. The wolf quickly got up and wait for the girl to come down but instead of following the physics rule.

Reime was floating no it was more like her body was stuck to the air itself.

' Must be a power user. ' Caleb thought. The focused all of his strength on his limbs and jumped. As he was about to lunch himself, a longsword blocked the wolf.

Jon deflected the fangs and kicked the wolf. Jon looked up and said. " Go to the ship and prepare to flee. I don't want any trouble right now. "

Reime pointed at the castle. " You think that was no trouble. "

Jon snorted and shook his head. " Go. Go. Amon. "

Amon came out of the snow, grabbing his face. " Yeah. So where is that girl's brother? "

" Inside the castle, I left him. " Jon said.

The wolf howled in anger. Its body slowly morphed into a humanoid shape. Its massive form was covered in matted fur, glistening with frost.

Jon squared his shoulders, his grip firm on his sword.

" Go and wait for me on the ship. I will play around with this guy. " Jon smiled.

Amon nodded and ran inside the castle passing the werewolf-looking creature. While murmuring under his breath. " What a show-off. "

Caleb asked with confusion. " Why are you freeing that madman? "

Jon put the blade on his shoulder and tilted his head.

" because he will be my doctor. "

Caleb nodded. " I see. Have you killed the king as well? "

" Nah, he was not on my list. "

" That is good. I suppose you guys are pirates. Things will be great if you leave the island with that madman but I smelled the blood of my soldiers on you. "

Caleb flickered his fingers, claws popped out.

" I thought you don't want to fight me. " Jon said.

" Of course. I want to fight. "