Chapter 359: Sylvan Shaman
A dozen hunters fell in by Jahn’s side, each with their own steel spear. Their feet shifted and their weapons moved into a defensive formation.
Stryg stiffened. It was different, they wielded spears instead of longswords, but he recognized the stance. One of the advanced blade forms, used only as a group. The Gale Style’s Blade Wall.
“If you cannot see reason, then we’ll make you see it by the edge of a spear!” Jahn yelled.
Stryg said nothing and simply stared at the hunters with a steady gaze.
Tauri found herself wishing she had her flail with her, but the goblins had taken all their weapons but Stryg’s. She glanced at the relic sword lying on the ground next to their remaining belongings and bit her lip in regret. She couldn’t even pick up the sword if she wanted to.
Plum swallowed hard, “Um, maybe we should run? I can make some illusions to buy us time?”
“Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good idea,” Tauri nodded anxiously. “I don’t have my weapons and we definitely don’t have enough mana to fight off an entire tribe.”
“Stryg?” Plum and Tauri glanced at him nervously.
He closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, “…No, I think I’ll stay.”