Alex's eyes searched only for the long-faced man he wanted to kill. He found him easily, hiding behind a row of other elders that were moving away.
He launched for him, but there were others already fighting him. They attacked him, their strikes strong enough to crack his Blood Armor. Blood infused back into it, fixing the armor.
At the same time, Alex attacked them too. Despite his relatively lesser strength, his sword cleaved through their weapons and their bodies. When blood spilled from them, it flowed into Alex, empowering him.
The more Alex fought them, the more they continued to come attack him. He was sure he had started fighting just a single dozen fighters, but now, there were more than before.
What was happening? Where had the others come from? And why were they stopping him from killing this man?
He looked to the side to see the source of all the new fighters. When he turned, he saw a stream of people making their way down toward the girl kneeling on the sand.
