One by one, figures cloaked in crimson materialized from the darkness, encircling them like predators cornering wounded prey. Each wielded a different weapon—spears, swords, axes, hammers.
But it was their eyes that made Ishiki's blood run cold.
'*Curses... what is wrong with their eyes?*'
Ishiki dismounted the horse, visible resentment twisting his features, the eyes of the crimson warriors were glowing with a eerie light, and it wasn't the moonlight.
He gulped hard, sweat trickling down his temples. and then they lunged.
Three warriors exploded into motion, two with swords leveled at his chest, the third raising a long blade overhead in a killing arc.
Ishiki dodged the tachi thrust and rolled sideways, muscle memory from countless gaming sessions taking over. His back slammed into a tree trunk hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs.
Of course he was not trained for these kind of situations, how the hell was he supposed to?
