It also served as a meager buffer against the pursuing Heartstealer.
However, this defensive line, which appeared quite sturdy before the brawling crowd, was riddled with openings in Roland's eyes.
His pace didn't slow in the slightest; if anything, he grew even faster.
Behind him were Holland's ragged breaths and Ellis's stifled gasp, along with the ever-nearing, heart-pounding hum of Spiritual Energy that seemed to emanate from the depths of the earth.
Ahead lay the cold glint of Long Spear tips and the glow of Magic, and the suddenly constricting pupils of the Guards as he rapidly closed in.
Just as the front-rank Shield Guards roared, thrusting their Long Spears through the gaps in their Shields with all their might, and the Casters behind them began Casting their Magic...
Roland moved.
His charging figure suddenly blurred. He didn't disappear, but rather, in a motion that defied all logic, executed several minute yet utterly precise shifts within the span of inches.
