Rafael snarled as he killed another party of soldiers that were blocking his way, parrying their blows with one sharp whip and then stabbing them in the throat with his bloody daggers. Blood flowed from his wounds; the soldiers had stabbed at his exposed skin.
He barely had a moment of reprieve. The moment he destroyed a wave of soldiers and took one step forward, he was forced one step back by the next wave of men that seemed to charge in without warning.
"Fuck," he spat out under his breath.
They had formed another human wall, quickly replacing the one he had just demolished. Rafael felt his temper rise while lethargy began to creep into his bones. The armor he wore had long been dented from their blows, and he had torn off his helmet to bash a few heads in when his blood powers were occupied.
