landbeastnovel Chapter 644 Finishing The Job - Part 7
Chapter 644 Finishing The Job - Part 7
Their confidence still hardly dipped. There were fifteen of them, after all, and they all had close-quarters weapons ready on hand. They rushed to draw them. Axes, long knives, and even one or two swords that they'd no doubt stolen from richer men.
Oliver neared them, still holding the corpse. Even for him, crashing into a wall of well-armed men head-on wasn't the best idea. He needed to use more of his skill set in order to soften them up a little before the initial moment of impact.
Finally, he was given an obstacle that was more akin to a challenge than a mere chore to be solved. With the corpse still in hand, he tossed the man at them. He couldn't throw it particularly hard or far, but it was enough to start a shift of momentum.
It hit the men on the right side, distracting them enough that they struggled to keep their feet as it crashed into their legs. Oliver dove towards the left, letting loose all the menacing that his eyes could muster. The men on the left and the centre tensed themselves, fully prepared to meet him, whilst the men on the right relaxed a little and focused on untangling themselves from the corpse.
Of course, just before he clattered with those men on the left, he drew back and plunged towards the men on the right at twice the speed, moving far faster than they knew him to be capable of. They didn't even manage to think about attacking in response. Oliver was amongst them before they got the chance, plunging a hole in what had once been a solid wall.
He kicked the first man away, hard, slashing him with his sword as the man exited, making space for himself amidst the blood. He'd bought himself enough time for two more moves, and he made good use of them.
Once more, as he'd done earlier, he slashed at the men's legs. He was finding that he liked that as a dismantling strategy. Not only did it deal with the enemy in front of him, it also set up attacks on those that came next. A strike at the legs was always delivered from a crouch, making him difficult to track, especially amongst a crowd of people.
He turned around, and buried the axe that was meant for Oliver into the head of his fellow man.
"Wha—" the man choked, seeing his friend's axe buried in his chest. "Stew..?"
Of course, the man made no move to reply. After killing that man, he was straight onto the next. The others couldn't react nearly quick enough. That amount of confusion was difficult to digest in a single instant.
Now Oliver was finally afforded the opportunity to finish off those men on the right. Once more he kicked at them, unbalancing the same men that he'd unbalanced before. He sent them towards the screaming men with their leg wounds, pushing them towards the edge of the open wall. Even without looking behind them, they no doubt knew it was there, and it lent their movements a nervousness.
"It doesn't matter! Kill him!"
He heard them finally work up towards the sensible solution behind him, but Oliver had already bought all the time that he needed. He killed the men and their leg wounds, before butchering those that he'd unbalanced – a quick slash across the jaw, and then a plunge through the chest saw to that.
He enacted the same law that he'd told Blackthorn over and over – always draw your sword straight from a body after a kill. There was to be no lingering.
Thanks to the efforts of the man he'd commanded, Oliver had thoroughly butchered the right-hand side, and now even the centre was a mess. From counting the corpses and the wounds, it seemed that the man had managed to kill two men himself, and wound a third, before they'd finally managed to kill him. That was four men dealt with all at once.