Chapter 5
Instinctive fear.
It's coming.
Because of a single curse word that slipped out without thinking, the priest was now charging straight at him with deadly precision. Velkir tensed every nerve in his body and shouted,
"I'll take the priest! You all handle the rest and back me up!"
Of course, there was no reply. He had trained them that way himself. Velkir calmly nocked an arrow and fired it at the priest. He needed to wear him down before engaging in close combat.
The priest, with two arrows stuck in his body, calmly swung his sword and deflected them.
Velkir instinctively knew this wouldn't be easy.
"Shit."
Muttering a low curse, Velkir drew the longsword at his hip. Forged from froststeel, a specialty of the Northern Kingdom, it was the most valuable item he had taken with him when he deserted.
Clang!
The first clash was heavy. It made him question whether he was even fighting a human. But Velkir wasn't an ordinary man either.