The muffled thuds of a Shield parrying blows and the sharp clang of clashing weapons were incessant.
After a perilously close sidestep, a Hand Axe scraped past his Chain Armor Shirt, kicking up a shower of sparks and shattered links.
His breathing grew ragged and his steps lost their initial nimbleness. He had clearly been forced into a desperate, defensive battle.
He was holding on for now, but defeat seemed to be just a matter of time.
His Shield heavily parried another vicious thrust, and Holland felt a wave of aching numbness travel up his arm.
The extra Power granted by the Holy Light was receding like the tide, and each breath now came with a searing pain.
'Damn it… five of them… and they're all this tough…'
He gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly.
He had planned to end the fight quickly, or at least seriously injure one or two of them to create an opening for that "Rudolph" kid to escape. But these Green Skins' resilience and coordination were simply too good.
