The two people Ning had just beaten down slowly began stirring up. He had hit them hard, but they hadn't killed them.
Ning began spinning his spear, slowly gathering montum. With each spin, he could feel it growing stronger and stronger, which to him was getting heavy.
One of the soldiers suddenly ca for him and Ning dodged to the side, sending the spear right through his chest. The spear appeared out on the other side, and Ning sharply pulled it back.
The man grunted in pain, letting out a dying gasp.
Ning swung the spear sideways, getting the blood off it.
The man continued gasping, taking in air as he died. Ning waited for him to fall, but the man only wavered there for a mont and then drew his sword into the air before swinging it down on Ning.
"What the hell?"
Ning quickly jumped back, dodging the sword strike. He was confused at that very mont as to why the man was still fighting. Was his assessnt of the situation wrong?
Were these actually corpses?
'No,' Ning thought. 'They moved way too well to be corpses. That can't be true, right? The man clearly let out a dying gaps.'
He dodged a few more attacks and managed to find a mont when he stabbed another person through the head, the spear coming out of the other side despite the helm he wore.
This man let out a gasp of air as he died as well. Ning pulled back his spear and watched him for a mont, confused. Why was this man not dying?
The man swung his sword down and Ning dodged, continuing the fight.
As they fought, he began hearing cries from his own allies.
"Sothing is wrong."
"Get back."
"They won't die."
2 of their own had died already and yet despite that none of them died at all.
The soldiers began retreating, unable to understand the situation.
Ning, however, stood right there, fighting them. He wanted to know what was going on. How these n were fighting him without dying. There had to be so sort of power involved here.
Ning heard an explosion behind him and looked back in horror as another arrow hit close to his allies.
"Don't go too far away," he shouted back. "They have ranged attacks."
One soldier took advantage of Ning's distraction and swiftly made it to where he was and struck down at him.
Ning hadn't been entirely distracted, so he saw the man coming and quickly moved to parry him. He struck and stabbed forward, using the prongs of his spear to grab the sword before it could attack him.
The mont he did that, he suddenly felt his entire body go numb and contort backward.
Ning quickly pulled the spear back, unsure of what had just happened. If he wasn't wrong about the feeling then… had he just been zapped?
'That was electric shock,' he thought. It had been so long since he had experienced an electric shock that hurt him so it took him a mont to realize that it was that.
Ning dodged the next attack, not even touching it. He did not dare touch the sword and instead directly attacked the man. His spear moved, entering through the visor in the man's helms.
There wasn't enough montum for him to completely pierce through the man's skull with his attack, but it still reached deep. And yet again, he was shocked.
This ti, Ning instinctively let go of the spear and imdiately regretted doing so. He took a step back to dodge another sword swing from another soldier and moved back to kick the spear hard enough to dislodge it.
Even through his boots, he was shocked once again. At least, the spear ca out.
He turned his body to iron to take on one of the attacks while he grabbed his spear. He could feel the wound on his shoulder from the spear attack, so he quickly attacked a few of the other soldiers, feeling the pain lessen.
The health drain power of the spear made it so that each ti he significantly hurt soone, he could heal back a little.
Even though he had struck their armor, he had attacked hard enough to give so knocking pain to them.
The man whose body zapped him with each strike slowly got back up, undead.
"Alright, what the hell is going on here?" he asked, looking at the man. There was no way in hell that the man before him was a corpse. No corpse would have a power of its own.
The only correct answer here was that there was sothing entirely else going on in this place.
Ning didn't want to move back, but he had to. He got out of the enclosure, forcing his way away from the soldiers just enough to have a broader perspective on the whole battlefield.
His allies were fighting well, but they were both outnumbered, and overpowered. The only advantage they had was most likely the fact that these soldiers were weary from a long day of travel, which was why they were going down to Ning and the others so easily.
But even with that, there was no way to defeat them.
He looked at the army and saw them fighting like monsters. They were clearly wounded, so that should have already been dead, and yet they kept fighting.
'Whose power is this?' he thought. 'Who could have done…'
He looked far in the distance and saw Altunia, the commander of this battalion standing with her bow and arrow to herself, looking down at them.
Ning frowned for a mont. Was this her power? No, her power was the hot arrow she shot.
Then who else was it?
He feared that whoever's power it was was within the group of 40 soldiers fighting in front of them, and unless he defeated every single one of them, he wouldn't know who it was.
Ning sighed. It was ti to kill them all then.
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