Alexander moves with deadly grace, my sword a swing in lethal motion, showcasing my skills in swordsmanship.
"This is really frustrating. These puppets surely knew how to fight," I mumbled.
Another enemy was charging in my direction. I swing my sword to dry off the blood on its blade. "Will you all die already, huh?" I utter.
As usual, a puppet won't be able to speak. I raised my sword, and a strike found my enemy's stomach, a precise thrust. Suddenly, an enemy's head snapped back, pierced by an arrow. I paused, surprised.
'Who did that?'
I glanced behind me. My wife stood there, bow in her hand, which means she just fired an arrow. I smiled and winked. I know Angelika can see that. I spun my sword backward in a swift arc.
"I'm currently flirting with my wife! Gosh!" I growled.
The blade sliced across this puppet's neck, cutting a vital artery. The foe collapsed. They look like humans, but their blood... It's black.
