The third leader, wielding his axe, roared, "You'll regret that! You're just one man against all of us!" He charged, his axe swinging in wide, powerful arcs.
Ye Yang ducked under a sweeping blow, the wind of the axe fanning his hair. He countered with a quick stab, aiming for the man's arm, but the leader was strong, deflecting the strike with the flat of his axe.
"Come on, is that all the Crimson Kingdom has?" Ye Yang goaded, trying to get the man to make a mistake.
He darted around the larger man, weaving through the chaos of the remaining soldiers. His own blade moved like a silver phantom, dispatching the foot soldiers one by one. Each death was swift, a silent, deadly strike.
The third leader grunted, frustrated by Ye Yang's agility. "Stay still, you damn worm!" he bellowed, smashing his axe into the ground where Ye Yang had stood moments before, sending dirt and debris flying.
