Chapter 74: THIRD POV.
Jacob, feeling rushed and desperate to keep control, leaped forward to meet the multitude of blades with his bare hands.
He didn't have a weapon, so he used the only thing he had.
He reached out to swat the swords away before they could reach his chest.
CLANG!
The sound wasn't the wet thud of metal hitting skin. It was the sharp, ringing sound of metal hitting metal.
Both Jacob and the pirates stared in total disbelief.
Right before their eyes, small, shimmering black scales had emerged over Jacob's hands and forearms.
They were thick and hard, appearing just at the moment of impact to shield him from the sharp edges of their blades.
"What in tarnation..." a pirate muttered, his jaw dropping in bewilderment. He looked at his sword, which had bounced off Jacob's hand as if he had hit a stone statue.
'Well, that's a first,' Jacob thought, his own mind racing. To think his body on land even had this function!
