An Understated Dominance (Dustin Rhys)

“Damn it! This punk’s tougher than I thought. We’re in real trouble if this keeps up,” Connor said, swinging his twin blades relentlessly. Every strike was aimed at Axel’s vital points.

But Axel was quick. He weaved in and out of reach and avoided direct confrontation. It was obvious he was just stalling for time.

“Sir Prescott should be far enough by now. There’s no point dragging this out. Let’s fall back.”

Sensing the futility of their efforts, Dave considered retreating. He didn’t fear death, but he wasn’t about to waste his life for nothing.

Since Warrick had escaped, their interception mission was also completed.

“You guys hold him off. The rest of you, fall back with me.”

Connor was decisive. Realizing they weren’t making any progress, he quickly ordered a retreat and left a few decoys behind to buy time.

They had barely run a hundred yards when a wave of soldiers suddenly appeared at the alley’s entrance. Hundreds, maybe even thousands, filled the narrow space and completely blocked any chance of escape.

“Fall back!”

Connor and Dave exchanged a glance.

Without hesitation, they turned and bolted in the opposite direction. With fewer than a hundred men, charging into an enemy several times their size would be suicide.

The sound of perfectly synchronized footsteps echoed from ahead, and the ground beneath them started to shake.

Connor and Dave skidded to a halt. Their eyes widened in shock as they stared at the distance.

of the road, a

were clad in dark armor, and their faces were hidden behind menacing masks. They were tall, their eyes sharp, and radiated a deadly authority. Their

“Draken Guardians?”

Dave’s face paled when they saw

Army of West Lucozia was already the most elite military force

cream of the crop,

hundred or so, but each one was a master in

force unless the situation was dire. Neither had expected the

and Dave knew there was no

they could fight their way through. But

now, Axel had regrouped with the

their hundred Red Legion soldiers were trapped. They were caught between a fierce force ahead and a deadly one

to run or

the Draken Guardians came to a stop. A broad-shouldered, imposing middle -aged

he spoke in a cold, commanding

simple, but they carried a powerful

Jaxon Steele, who achieved great feats during the castle’s crisis

fry-but Warrick, who was halfway to becoming

of that caliber was enough to warrant the Draken Guardians’

“What should we do?”

Connor, and his grip tightened around

They didn’t need to live on the same day, month, or year.

else can we do? Fight