Sakura gasped a bit as someone came up behind them and slammed their weapon into the back of the man's skull that was holding her tightly. The Shade dropped and with him, Sakura went. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she was on the ground propped up only by one arm, the other clenched over her chest as she tried to calm herself enough to get the intense pain to go away. Panting a bit, she winced, one eye close as the other lifted upwards to look at Raze who was offering his hand to her.
"Sakura, are you alright?" he asked as he knelt next to her.
The princess knew she wasn't going to be able to stand for quite a while and so she just nodded a bit, "Yes, I'm alright..." she panted slightly. Bowing her head forward, she took deep breathes.
The sounds of fighting still filled the air as Shyc was very much engrossed in his decimating everything. Looking over to the army that was slowly faltering under his attacks, she watched with a bit of horror on her face. There was something wrong with him, and she didn't like what she was seeing. Shyc wasn't like this... he was caring and sweet, funny and clumsy... everything but this insane thirst for killing that he was exhibiting right then.
She trembled a bit as she sat there on the ground, "Raze... Shyc! What's wrong with him?!" her voice trembled a bit as she looked back over to the elf. Shaking her head a bit she reached out to his arm and gripped him tightly, "Help him! I'm alright, I promise! Please, go help him!" Sakura was sure she didn't really need to say anything of the sort to Raze, but she wanted him to know that she was fine and to go after his youngest member in the group. She would have done so herself already if not for the state she was in. Sakura could hardly stand at the moment and it drove her insane with the knowledge that she was so weak right then. I will grow stronger, I have to! she promised herself, her determination showing through as she urged Raze to go assist the young boy.
The sound of steel sliding through flesh was the most pleasant musical sound to his ears. It was bloody as well, not clean at all like his normal self. Shyc was covered head to foot in the hot, crimson liquid. Each blade dripped the dark color down onto the forest floor as he weaved in and out of the trees to his next target. His body would disappear every so often to go a short distance behind his next target to run them through in the most brutal way possible, or to decapitate them or whatever he felt like at that moment.
Shyc had taken care of many of the armed men on his own, but by now the rest of them were either organizing to go up against him in a detailed assault while a handful had turned to run away from the monster that had just awakened. Running his tongue across his lips, his dark gaze glittered with an insane fire for more destruction. The wicked grin had remained throughout the entirety of his fight. After some time, he finally stopped, halting in his steps as he slowly glanced around himself.
So, they think they can surround me, he thought to himself with a slight chuckle. Shyc waited, standing absolutely still with both swords down at either side. The silver fire still wrung itself around his hands up to his elbows. The blades had even taken some of the fire, burning slightly as he stood there. Letting his head fall back, he released a long breath, eyes closing. Relishing the feel of the thick liquid that coated his lithe frame, he heard the first steps of the enemies advancement onto him.
His fingers twitched ever so slightly as he forced himself to wait a bit longer, drawing in the group to think that they had the advantage on him. Shyc counted to himself slowly, matching the steps equally. Finally he moved, striking outwards to his left so quickly that the man never saw it coming. There was a gasp of shock, then choking. Rolling his head to the left, he opened his darkened gaze and smiled at the man who clenched his throat in a vain attempt to stop from drowning in his own blood.
"That's a good look you have there. How about you entertain me for a while, hu?" he asked as he turned his attention to the rest of them.
He shot to the one to his right, taking the man off guard as he shoved both blades straight through the man's chest, coming up on him with such force that the weapons slide through the thick leather armor like butter. Wrenching free with a hard twist to each of his swords, Shyc whirled around with a sharp kick that threw the man to the ground. Facing the next opponent he slashed outwards in rapid succession, one blade after the other as he essentially turned the man before him into nothing but ribbons with deep gashes streaking all across his body.
Shyc killed six of them, one right after the other before he stopped and tilted his head off to the side, waiting for the next round of men from Duun's army. He flipped his blades around, sending blood splattering the undergrowth around him, "Who's next?"