Crowley got encircled. A sword was thrust at him from the right. But he evaded it just by shifting his body a little. All the attack did was to put a small rip into his rain gear. As a payback, Crowley’s sword ripped through the attacker’s abdomen.
With that, only 4 opponents were left.
Crowley swerved about. The motion made the hood of his rain gear fall off his head, exposing his face. Shock twisted the men’s features when they saw that face.
“Crowley Eusford…”
“Why are you bastard—?!”
Crowley interrupted, “You were the ones who killed Gilbert and Roy, correct?”
“N-No, wait a sec. There were circumstances that—”
The head of the man rolled before he had the chance to finish his excuses.
There was no need to hear out their circumstances anymore.
Only 3 men remained now.