Sylas blocked a blow with his forearm, the clash causing his skin to deform and his bones to nearly crack. However, it was all under his control.
His skin almost rippled. With a step back, he dispersed much of the damage and sidestepped, unleashing a fist into the side of one of his sneak attackers.
He found himself having to hold back as the control he had over his body was quickly reaching frightening levels. If he killed these few too easily, then his plan with the Basilisk King might be exposed ahead of ti.
However, these five, or rather the three that were attacking him for now, were only helping him.
Because of them, his "retreat" had co to a stop and he was now getting closer and closer to the front line of the Celestial Republic army.
On the surface, this seed to an that he was getting closer to a danger that he could no longer escape, and in reality, this was close enough to the truth. After all, the numbers he was facing off against were ridiculous.
However, it was also a calculated risk that he was willing to take.
A sword pierced toward his liver, leaving a streak in the air. Aether flashed, and it seed to multiply.
Sylas frowned. He was finding that these people were far too unskilled. They should naturally have more fighting experience than he did, but...
'They probably spent most of their lives training with guns. This is as new to them as it is to . That probably ans that the governnt has so stashed elites who would have been training in the proper way long ago. They might even be working on bringing guns back into the fold...'
He let the sword pierce into him, although he could have dodged. But it passed through nothing but flesh, completely missing his vital organs.
By this point, he had retreated to the point where General Song was almost comfortable enough to launch a true all-out assault on him, ending things here. Even until now, he had yet to send in the two others waiting in the wings, believing that Sylas still hadn't noticed them.
However, it was also at this point that Sylas' connection with the Basilisk King was re- established, and a large amount of information flooded into his mind.
mories of the Basilisk King's communication with Morgan pooled and solidified. And soon, Sylas knew everything he needed to know.
His first instinct was to frown because, as Morgan had thought, this information wasn't nearly as useful to him as he thought it would be. Had he done all of this just to figure out that they hadn't made much progress either?
'No... I'm missing sothing.'
Sylas clasped a hand on the sword that had pierced through him. Despite the strength he used, the sword was completely unable to rip through the Scorned Wraps.
Suddenly, he pulled.
BANG!
The head of the soldier shattered.
In the sa instant the soldier died, the sword was torn to ashes.
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