Bloody Adventures-Chapter 27: A Dance of Blades and Blood

The first wave of monsters crashed against the Outskirts like a embodyment of the frost. The barricades held for mere moments before the sheer force of the Ice Bears and the relentless Ice Elves shattered through the defenses. The town erupted into chaos.

Arthur stood atop a rooftop, his crimson eyes surveying the battlefield with eerie calm. He had played weak long enough. Now, he would show them what true battle looked like.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent his Wolf Fang dagger flying, the enchanted blade piercing straight through an Ice Elf's skull before Arthur immediatly summoned it back to his grasp. He leaped from the rooftop, landing amidst a group of Ice Wolves, his movement fluid as he twisted around their snapping jaws.

With a precise step, he drove his dagger into a wolf's throat, yanked it free, and spun to slash another across the eyes. The beast howled in agony before Arthur finished it with a stab to the heart.

A now familiar voice appeared again: [ You have killed a Common Savage, Frost Hunter. ] It echoed in his mind like a choir because he killed so many creatures.

He didn't stop moving. Using the falling body as a springboard, he launched himself over an attacking Ice Elf, twisting midair to sever its head cleanly. He landed in a crouch, already throwing his dagger toward another enemy. The blade embedded itself into an elf's chest before Arthur closed the distance and yanked it out with a brutal twist.

An Ice Bear charged, swinging its massive paw, aiming to crush him. Arthur sidestepped at the last moment, narrowly avoiding the devastating blow. Before the bear could recover, he vaulted onto its back and drove his dagger repeatedly into its thick hide, targeting the weaker spots near its neck.

The beast roared and thrashed, but Arthur was relentless. With a final stab, he severed its spine. The creature collapsed, and Arthur leaped off just as another wolf lunged at him. Without hesitation, he grabbed its jaw and snapped its neck with a sickening crunch.

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More Ice Elves surrounded him. He narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then, like a blur, he disappeared from sight—only to reappear behind the nearest elf, dagger already buried in its back. With quick, ruthless efficiency, he moved between enemies, cutting them down before they could even react. Blood splattered across the snow as he danced through the battlefield, each kill precise and effortless. And with each drop of blood being shed on the battlefield, Arthur was growing stronger. Even if it was just a tiny bit it was feelable for him.

But more enemies kept coming. More Ice Elves surged forward, their weapons glowing with frigid energy. Arthur adjusted his stance, flipping his dagger expertly in his grip. He focused on weak points—joints, exposed flesh, arteries. Each movement was calculated, every attack meant to kill in one strike.

Then, seeing an opening, he picked up a fallen spear from one of the hunters. He hurled it with deadly accuracy, impaling an Ice Elf through the chest. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another weapon—a fallen axe—and launched it into the skull of a wolf mid-leap.

Still, they pressed forward. Arthur exhaled slowly. Time to be a little less subtle.

With lightning speed, he drew another dagger and moved like a wraith, tearing through the enemy ranks. His blade cut through flesh and bone, his movements like a ghost among the storm. Blood sprayed across the ice, the warmth of life vanishing into the endless cold.

On the other side of the battlefield, Adora moved like a tempest of steel and destruction. Her sword, nearly as tall as she was, cut through enemies with horrifying efficiency.

An Ice Elf warrior swung at her, but she caught the blade with her bare hand, ice cracking against her skin. With a smirk, she crushed the weapon and ran a small stiletto through the elf's torso, severing it half killing the elf in an instant.

A group of Ice Wolves surrounded her, growling, waiting for the right moment to strike. Adora exhaled, gripping her sword with both hands. Then, in an instant, she moved, glowing with a golden shine of radiance.

Her first strike cleaved two wolves in half before they could react. She twisted, slashing upward, sending another flying with its guts spilling into the snow. The remaining wolves lunged, but she slammed her sword into the ground, sending out a shockwave of light blinding everything around her, and breaking the ground a bit, the ice shattered beneath them. They yelped as they were thrown off balance, and she capitalized on their weakness, slicing through them with brutal precision.

More enemies came. Ice Elves, wielding frozen blades and jagged spears, rushed toward her, their movements swift and deadly. Adora grinned, raising her sword. She charged, meeting them head-on. But that was only a faint she sidestepped and attacked from the left, after all she was faster than even a Frost Commander when she was boosted by her Light energy.

Her first swing split an elf from shoulder to waist. Without pausing, she pivoted and thrust forward, skewering another. An Ice Elf commander tried to stab her in the side, but she twisted, letting the blade graze her armor before retaliating with a crushing kick that sent the elf flying, which would only last a moment. She grabbed another Warrior by the throat, lifted them effortlessly, and slammed them into the ground so hard the ice cracked beneath them.

More wolves leaped at her, but with one powerful swing, she decapitated three at once. Their bodies tumbled lifelessly, painting the snow crimson. Her golden hair whipped in the wind as she took a deep breath, her muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike again.

She was like the golden radiance of the sun itself, standing in a circle of blood stains and dead bodys. But on her whole clothing not a single stain of blood could be found. It was like not a single monster was able to touch her.

Then, channeling her immense strength, she swung her sword in a wide arc, unleashing a forceful shockwave that sent a dozen enemies flying. The ground beneath her cracked, jagged ice shards rising from the impact. The battlefield was hers to control.

Two Ice Elf commanders emerged from the mist, their armor adorned with frost runes, their eyes glowing with icy malice. Between them stood a monstrous Ice Wolf, nearly twice the size of the others, its fur bristling with arcane energy. Its breath alone sent a deep chill through the air.

Arthur appeared beside Adora, rolling his shoulders. "Looks like the real fight begins now."

She smirked, gripping her sword tightly. "Finally, some fun."

The Ice Wolf let out a bone-chilling roar, its muscles tensing as it prepared to lunge. The commanders raised their weapons, cold mist swirling around them as they used essence to boost their Strength, speed and endurance to a level that surpassed even that of Arthur for a bit. In less than a second a spear tried to impale Arthur, it pierced his left shoulder, but instead of dropping from the pain he raised his sword. Just as the Commander realised it he wanted to pull out the spear and go on distance. But, it didn't work. Arthur was holding the spear that pierced his shoulder with one hand and a grip that was so strong that not even a bear was able to escape it.

He brought down his sword and cut off one of the arms of the Commander. It roared in pain and started to rage...

Arthur took a step back but then pushed himself off the ground and flying over his enemy by a few meters, closing the distance between him and his enemy in an instant. The elf barely had time to react before Arthur's dagger barely sliced through its back, severing some flesh, The commander retaliated with a frost-covered blade, but Arthur parried with unnatural speed, countering with a strike that slashed across the elf's backside of the leg, downing him to the ground.

Meanwhile Arthur clashed with his enemy clearly on the winning side, Adora met the second commander head-on. Their weapons clashed in a flurry of sparks and frost, each strike sending shockwaves through the battlefield. She overpowered him easily, her raw strength forcing him back. With a powerful downward swing, she shattered his weapon, then drove her sword through his chest, impaling him into the icy ground.

The Ice Wolf lunged, but Arthur and Adora moved at the same time—Arthur dashed low, slicing at its legs, while Adora leaped high, bringing her greatsword down onto its skull. The beast howled in agony as blood sprayed into the air. With a final thrust, Arthur buried his dagger into its throat. The wolf collapsed with a gurgling growl. He also finished the Commander lying on the floor by slicing his sword across his back.

The battlefield fell silent. The enemy, seeing their commanders and strongest beast slain, hesitated—then fled into the frozen mist.

Arthur wiped his blade clean, glancing at Adora. "Well, that was entertaining."

She grinned. "Let's see if any of them come back for more."

"Let's hope they don't" Hela scuffed...

Arthur and Adora frowned on what her reaction would be, they showed the whole village their true strength...