The first wolf stepped forward.
Then another.
Then suddenly the entire pack surged forward.
Ryn moved first.
His body shot forward the moment the wolves picked up speed.
The mana around him thickened sharply as he dashed ahead.
Arthur's eyes followed him.
Oh?
Ryn's sword lifted and came down in one clean motion.
Slash.
The blade cut straight through the neck of the first wolf.
Blood sprayed across the ground as the body dropped before it even realized it was dead.
Ryn didn't stop.
He turned and moved to the next one in the same breath.
Another swing.
Another wolf collapsed.
Arthur's eyes sharpened slightly.
He improved again.
Ryn's blade moved smoother than before, faster, and the mana around it was sharper.
Their eyes met briefly across the battlefield.
Ryn mouthed something.
"You're not the only one."
Arthur grinned.
Fair enough.
Behind them, the others noticed it too.
Torren laughed loudly as he blocked a wolf rushing him.
"Well damn, captain!"
