538 Izroth's Tale Variation Part(2/2)

"I'll leave Prime to you. In the meantime, I will try to find a way to take care of those archers and the other knights." Venare said.

Venare sheathed his sword and removed six throwing knives from the holster on his leg, holding three in between his fingers within each hand. He lowered his stance before kicking off his left foot to accelerate towards the building that housed the archers on its rooftop.

"Stop him! M-" Prime ordered as his comrades followed after Venare, but he was interrupted.

Suddenly, a blade of sharpened cold steel descended upon Prime as he moved his sword to intercept the blow.

Woosh! Ding!

"Annoying pest..! If you're in such a hurry to die, then just say so!" Prime grumbled as the sword he wielded locked with Izroth's.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't intend on dying here," Izroth replied with a carefree smile.