No sooner than Michael's words left his lips, the Lords became enraged.
"Courting death!" Lord Troy bellowed, veins bulging beneath his skin as he flared his sword outward.
Being honorable members of the Eternal Blade, it was no secret that all of its members were primarily sword users.
Creating spiderweb patterns in their wake, they dashed. Troy was in the front, Julia from the right rear, and Gregory from the left rear.
Michael's eyes gleamed crimson, each of his senses attuned to the maximum with the goal of calculating the upcoming trajectories of the Lords' blows.
Though the Lords lacked coordination, never having fought a lone enemy together, their strikes still carried tremendous weight.
Although he was outmatched and outnumbered, he still gave the impression of a fearsome opponent. Which by itself was a note-worthy feat. The fact that the Lords felt reluctant to go easy was a testament to Michael's power.
