Seeing that his surprise attack had failed, the leaf-wielding assassin didn't try again. Instead, he turned tail and ran—abandoning all sense of tactics or dignity. His only goal now was escape.
Yet in the world of mages, there is an old saying:
"Never turn your back on your enemy."
Clearly, that adage had long since slipped from the man's mind.
He bolted through the battlefield, back to Alan, fleeing like a frightened animal, uncaring of the risks. But Alan wasn't about to let him go.
Locking eyes on his retreating figure, Alan gathered strength into his limbs and sword. The Elemental Blade gleamed with divine light, and with a mighty swing, he unleashed a sweeping arc of golden energy.
Shraaak!
The soft swoosh of the blade light cutting through the air was almost serene—right before it tore through the man's torso.
The leaf-wielder didn't even have the chance to scream.
His body kept running forward—but only from the waist down.
