Barely managing to deflect two long spears, Maceo was struck in the shoulder by a third attacker. Blood soaked his armor, a stark crimson against the steel.
"Jared!" Flaxseed called out, urgency in his voice. "This formation..."
"Just a cheap trick," Jared replied with a cold chuckle as the Dragonslayer Sword rang out with a clear, melodic cry.
He raised the blade toward the sky, nine golden sword shadows forming around him. "Break!"
Nine beams of sword light shot forth like falling stars, crashing into a node within the triangular light array.
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