As two of their strongest lay on the ground in pain, Master Zamian ordered the others to pick up their weapons and charge at him.
"Strength and speed, the two factors upon which these two depended on wholly. Now some of you might question me if that's not enough. But the answer is no... let's see if any of you gets the hint and pushes me into a corner."
Zamian's sword aligned with his chest as his disciples crowded around him.
"Surround him! The more directions we assault him from, the lesser time he gets to react." The boy with the receding hairline and an perfectly oval face shouted, seemingly trying to take the lead of the charge.
Fortunately for him, the others seemed to listen to him, spreading out like a bird displaying its impressive wingspan.
"Now, close in on him!" The boy commanded, after which a brief moment of silence followed.
