The moment Kael landed in the middle of the enemy group, chaos broke loose.
Five guards rushed at him from different angles. One came swinging an axe, another jabbed with a spear, while the rest surrounded him with short swords and rifles aimed. Kael didn't hesitate.
He spun to his right, ducking under the swinging axe, and slashed upward—his blade tore through the man's chest with ease, blood spraying in an arc that painted the snow red. The body fell with a heavy thud.
The spear came next, thrusting straight at his ribs. Kael sidestepped, grabbed the shaft, and yanked the guard forward. As the man stumbled, Kael rammed his knee into the man's face, breaking his nose. He then brought his sword down on the man's neck, slicing halfway through. The guard twitched, gurgling on his blood, then collapsed.
