CHAPTER 00015
Akar rose to his feet once more, ripping a piece of his shirt to wrap his arm. Kitzimo watched him now with annoyance, angered by his strength.
"I see you play dirty," he said, grimacing in Akar's direction. Akar smiled as he finished tying his bandage, looking back at Kitzimo.
"When was there ever a rule against that?"
Kitzimo once more displayed frustration. "Well, you're not done yet. Now you'll face more than one enemy." His look of annoyance converted to a smile of pure evil. "Urikoma!" he shouted into the group, awaiting their arrival before him.
Unsurprisingly, it was not just one person that stepped out of the cluster this time, but four. Each of them bore a unique look, though it was hard to tell what their powers were.
This time, Akar didn't strike first, instead one of the four took a turn, launching himself at the young swordsman. It became a bit more apparent of their powers, considering the ridiculous speed they possessed.
Akar was able to defend, raising his swords to block the intense kick. Pushing forward, he shoved the attacker back, knocking him to the ground. However, the other three were quick, bearing down on him with a nearly unbeatable speed.
Akar was able to shove off two of them, but the punch from the third knocked him to the ground. He was able to block the consecutive barrage of attacks that his opponent followed with, moving across the ground in an attempt to escape.
When he gathered the strength to rise once more, he flipped backward onto his feet, barely blocking yet another forceful kick as he regained his balance. The other two that he had blocked before now returned, causing extreme difficulty in Akar's fight.
While he could block one of them, this time, two of his opponents got in their attacks. Bruised and battered, Akar fell to the ground.
For the first time, he was concerned he would lose.