Three Versus One

In his short journey, Zayne had already broken three swords, albeit one of lesser quality, but this tendency for all the weapons in his hands to collapse gradually made him look darker.

"He only has one sword left..." The First Girl muttered.

"Yeah..." The second nodded, "Without a weapon, he won't stand a chance against us. We have to get him to use more skill."

Reik and Mage's gazes met as Reik pointed at the girls, signaling. Mage nodded as his staff glowed brightly, then a purple glow appeared around the girls, increasing their strength.

Whoooooooooooooooosh.

The girls lunged forward simultaneously, each stride measured, they appeared like two shadows in front of Zayne, bringing their blades down on him.

Zayne's pupils narrowed as he put out a block with his sword. Four blades rained down on his weapon, directing a mighty pressure on him.