The Master of Uradan

The time wasn't for Rohan to take a pause. He pushed away the beast from him as the chaos around him was still there. He stood up and with the help of his foot, he removed the blade.

His shard weapon wasn't a random piece of metal forged by a blacksmith as good as him, but by Horim. Another would probably be stuck there, but not this one. With a tearing and slashing sound, he fully took back his weapon.

It was only at this moment that he saw what was happening in his surroundings. His heart skipped a beat as once again, he saw the same experience. Blood.

A beast leaped against the back of a member of the Blackwolf clan. With a sharp move, it bit the neck. Its powerful jaws closed as the fangs pierced the skin. With a loud crack, which echoed and slipped into the inside of Rohan, the man had his neck snapped before the dracass threw away the dead body. Blood dripped from its open mouth, as well as saliva.

It clearly enjoyed the moment. The dracass didn't even look back at the prey he had just killed and pounced on its next target.

While darkness was locking the area, the atrocious smell of blood permeated the air, flowing inside Rohan's lungs.

A beast rushed at lightning speed and slashed with its sharp claws. The man running for his life didn't have the slightest chance, and even as he tried to drop on the ground to evade the blow, he was too late. With a spurt of blood flying in the air, contrasting against the night sky, the man was sent on the rocks. Five lines of open flesh and blood were on his body. He was dead.

Like the other one, this beast didn't care about this bloody corpse and attacked the nearest victims.

Rohan didn't waste more time and charged at full speed toward the beast. His feet crushed the ground and he flew like an arrow. It was the first time he could use all his strength and speed. He arrived in a few seconds in front of the beast and attacked it with a tempest of slashes.

This time, while Rohan was fighting, he kept a part of his attention towards the rest of this battlefield.

While some of the dracasses were on a full killing spree, the two clans weren't simply watching.

Three warriors were currently fighting one of those. Two were using their extreme techniques with their spears to restrain the creature while the third one slashed here and there with his sword. His whole left arm was red, and a broken spear was on the ground.

Darias, Garrold, and a few others had chosen to attack the most terrifying beast of the pack. Its speed was simply phenomenal. It was stronger than the other, and not only a bit.

It continuously dashed, only letting the eyes catch the glint of the claws, and the noise of the wind being cut apart. The old warrior roared as he advanced his feet and used the inertia to thrust and spin at the same time his spear.

From the corner of his eyes, Rohan saw Garrold using Strengthened Blow when the beast was in midair. The air exploded under such pressure from the weapon, and the rocky blade teleported in front of the beast. Such was the speed of this attack.

The technique was great, but compared to what he could do himself, it wasn't worth mentioning. It was even bland against the duel of the two rank 5 Beginner Warriors Rohan had seen.

Rohan dodged the slash of the claws of his own opponent, moved at a blurring speed, and used his Strengthened Blow. His blade moved with a dazzling shiny arc, reflecting the moonlight. Rohan's sword cleaved the world apart and made the wind scream as its path.

The beast, already known to be extremely fast and with quick reflexes, couldn't do anything against such an attack. It only attempted to jump away, but before its muscles could even contract, the sharp blade was already there.

From the scales to the skin, from the skin to the flesh, from the flesh to the bones, nothing could stop this weapon made by Horim. With a geyser of blood and guts, the waist was cut clean. The two halves of the beast collapsed on the ground, as everything that was inside its body scattered all around.

As Rohan looked at the horror that was happening all around him, a piece of information from the book that caught his attention came to his mind. The beasts were only attacking the nearer targets and didn't care about what was happening around them.

The alpha was still fighting against the small group of warriors supported by some members of the clans. Rohan hadn't seen the result from Garrold's blow, but it didn't seem to have done anything to the large beast. Every second, one of the nomads fighting it dropped dead on the ground.

A few meters away, the three warriors were still fighting the beast. The stalemate made them sweat profusely, as they didn't dare to make the slightest mistake.

All the other beasts of the pack were simply killing all around, fighting and slaughtering the members of the Blackwolf and Greybat clans. They simply moved around, and none of them thought about helping each other. They were in a pack, but no strategy was put in place, and they all proceeded to their joyful killing spree.

Not too far from Rohan's position, tens of nomads charged toward a beast with their spears on their hands. Some arrows pierced the air, but even under the night, the beast easily dodged everything.

It rushed forward, caught the spear coming its way with its mouth. The body of the spear was only made of wood, and under these powerful jaws, it easily cracked and broke.

The dracass continued as fragments of the spear flew all around, its claws swept the air and lacerated the face of this man. This one dropped on the ground, one of his eyes was sent away from its socket, and five deep furrows appeared on his face. He was dead.

The beat looked away and pounced against the nearer target. The woman yelled as she thrust her wooden weapon, but this one couldn't touch anything. A few seconds later, she followed her previous comrade and collapsed while blood left her throat.

The dracass threw itself against the other members. The blade of the spear came to its left, it stepped to the right. A man jumped on the air and stabbed with his spear toward the soil, it leaped forward. A young woman wielded her bow a couple of meters from the beast and released an arrow, it crouched while running and let the arrow slide against its scales.

Arriving near the last one, it jumped in the air and fell against her with its sharpened claws extended. She watched with horror at the dracass approaching at high speed. She was too slow to get out in time. She would die. She could only take an arrow from her quiver, and try to use it as the key time.

A sword flashed in front of her eyes. A torrent of blood landed on her ashen face. The beast crashed on the ground as its head fell at her feet. There, a young man was holding his sword with a calm expression. His dark hair was tied in his back with a purple ribbon, illuminated by the moon and the remnant of the fire far away.

It was the warrior coming from the other side, and as the woman watched him with mouth agape, she thought that she could fall in love at any time.