"There's four of us and there's only one of her!" One of them shouted while charging in her direction. "We can overwhelm her!"
He raised his twin shortswords in her direction as he tried to cleave her in two as his face twisted into an ugly desperate snarl.
The man wasn't a master swordsman, but he had the raw panicked strength of a cornered rat, heavily relying on the weight of his crude iron weapons to batter his opponents into submission.
Eternia didn't retreat neither did she even blink.
The words Ren had told her mere minutes ago flashed in her mind.
'Your strength is in burst momentum and angular strikes, not raw clashing.'
As the twin shortswords came crashing down, Eternia stepped smoothly inside his guard, completely bypassing the lethal arcs of his weapons. She angled her newly purchased high-carbon steel blade upward.
Clang!
With a sharp, perfectly executed parry, she struck the flat of his right blade, using his own downward momentum to redirect the force.
