The remaining warriors met him head-on.
Kyle's internal mana flared. His sword moved faster, cutting through their defenses. He took a hit on his shoulder, but ignored it. Took another on his leg, but kept moving.
Nightmare opened its mouth and screamed. A warrior stumbled, and an archer missed his shot.
Kyle used the opening to drive his sword through a warrior's throat. The man gasped and collapsed.
[You have slain a Human.]
[Unused Stat Points: +2 | Shop Points: +20]
One of his split minds dumped the points into mana.
The warrior woman in white armor, one archer, and the wounded assassin.
Kyle's body was a mess. His left arm hung limp at his side. His leg was slowing. His vision was blurring at the edges.
He couldn't feel the pain. But his split mind was tracking his blood loss, counting the seconds, calculating how long he had before his body gave out.
