The bloody smell in the room became thicker.
Coupled with leftover smoke, it was quite nauseous restraining one's own breathing.
Lucas after cutting the man's head stood for a moment drawing everyone's attention and then started running towards a corner.
Lucas, who was chased by the group, immediately turned around to swing his sword.
CLANG!
A crisp sound rang in space, two blades met and Lucas was pushed back a little. He swung his sword to parry the men's attacks.
The two men were using a machete which was a short sword. Their movements were sharp, and each of their attacks was directly aimed at Lucas' neck.
While another one was trying to restrain his movement.
Many behind them wanted to sneak in but were unable to do so.
Expecting this, Lucas moved towards one of the corners that crowded the area and unless the men at the front fell, the ones at the back could only stand there and observe like statues.
CLANG!CLANG!