Four figures darted through the trees with intense speed.
Ray spotted them from afar and stopped running.
They looked similar — most fiends did — but the weapons they carried were different. One held a saber, one gripped a spear, another wielded dual blades, and the last had a sword tied to his back. They all seemed to be melee combatants.
The good news was that none of them gave him a sense of challenge. His sixth sense didn't pick up any unforeseen danger either. He felt he could take them on.
Besides, it wasn't like he could run forever. Better to fight and kill than waste stamina running unnecessarily.
Seeing him stop, how could the fiends not realize his intention?
They whispered amongst themselves, mockingly.
"Yura, this human thinks he can take on the elites of the Ash Legion."
"Humans always overestimate their worth. Soon he'll regret his decision and beg for mercy at our feet. Crushing his bones then will be revitalizing, Matiaz."
"I can't wait to hear his cries!"
