There was no need for more words. Zaroth shot forward toward the nearest guard.
His movements were swift and calm like water; in the span of a second, he had already calculated where was the best place to appear in order to strike and inflict the maximum amount of damage.
However, the guards that Henry possessed weren't ordinary ones; they were experienced warriors in their own right. That was why the man Zaroth was targeting was able to follow his movements and block the strike with his weapon.
And yet the man's reaction time wasn't fast enough as Zaroth, seemingly not surprised that his strike had been blocked, made his body go lower and, in a flash, slashed his leg's foot, drawing blood.
"Ugh!" The man couldn't help but let out a cry in pain. He was about to shift his body to attack but found himself unable to do so, as for some reason, he was slower than before.
