429 Turning the Tide of Battle (1/2)

Stabbing his blade into the regent's chest, Argyle twisted it for added pain and damage.

Though Argyle landed a crucial blow, it left an opening for the regent to also slash into's Argyle's shoulder.

They stepped away with blood across their torsos. Neither was backing down from the fight.

Argyle smiled and stretched his wounded shoulder as if to say that he felt fine despite all the damage he took. His bravado continued as Argyle rushed the regent anew, again using his Displacement Boots to the fullest.

The regent scoffed as his blade suddenly became coated in dark energy.

They clashed again, this time with the regent selecting the true Argyle and parrying the attack. But, due to the shield, the regent failed to land a scathing blow.

With a new slash torn through his clothes, Argyle squinted.

Glancing away briefly, Argyle spotted Tralon recaptured within Thyron's Lightning Cage and lying bloodied amidst boulders and rubble.

'Jack,' Argyle telepathically asked, 'Can I bring out Dradich?'

'Hmm… If he stays near the evacuated buildings and doesn't harm the main building, that's fine.'

'Thanks!'

Jack's and Argyle's conversation was short and succinct but it offered Argyle another trick up his sleeve.

As the regent finally rushed Argyle, trying to regain his earlier momentum, he lunged forward to reevaluate Argyle's defensive capabilities.

However, his sword never managed to reach his foe.

Instead, a gigantic beast appeared by Argyle's side and suddenly barreled into the unsuspecting regent.

Slammed into one of the smaller empty buildings near the guild's entrance, that regent coughed blood over and over. And just as the beast backed off, Argyle rushed in with his sword.

The regent could only moan as his heart was run through and the equipment in his battered hands fell to the ground. His moan died out, fading away along with his life.

Argyle smiled and hastily looted his fallen foe. ”Thanks, Dradich. You're a huge help.”

”Thanks for filling me in before releasing me,” replied Dradich. ”I'm glad to be out and able to defend during such an occasion.”

It was then that Dradich caught glimpse of the towering centipede far-off. The Glacier Wyrm was speechless, hoping that wasn't their foe. ”Argyle… that centipede, is it--”

”No, that's Jack's companion. He's defending against an entire army. We need to hurry and finish here to help them out.” Argyle stated, taking that moment to breathe and regather his thoughts on the situations around him.

”Kims!” Argyle shouted, ”Do you want any help?”

”This is my fight, so leave him to me,” Kims coldly stated, not looking away from Thyron for a second.

”Very well! Don't take too long!”

Keeping their true aim in mind, Argyle patted Dradich again. ”Can you tunnel through the earth? The main battle is in the southwest field and I'm sure Dragov, that centipede could use your help.”

”Consider it done!”

The Glacier Wyrm hurled himself into the ground, easily penetrating the earth and burrowing away at top speed.

Argyle didn't say anything else. He rushed toward Hurmot's battle, certain that hurmot didn't care about whether he had help or not, unlike Kaldor.

”No fair!” The sorceress shouted as she hurled a mixture of boulders and shards of ice at the incoming swordsman.