Gustavo promptly beheaded 2 others. His senior really was strong.
But Rosso lost the power struggle. He caught the enemy’s sword with his own but, unable to properly stop the momentum, allowed the blade to plunge into his neck. It made a damnable squelching noise as it did. A spray of blood gushed out of Rosso’s neck.
“Rosso!" Crowley swept up Rosso’s fallen sword from the ground and thrust it right through the heart of the man who cut down the squire.
"Kh-Crowley-sama… Are you alright, sir?” Covered in his own blood, Rosso was still worried about him.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Thanks to you. You saved me.”
At that, the squire, a boy, who barely turned 16, forced out a happily sounding, “Th-Thanks G…” And that was where he breathed his last.
Yet another pure young boy with a future died saving him. Crowley scowled, but he couldn’t afford to stop here.
Leaving Rosso’s body behind, he ordered, “Retreat! Men, retreat!”
They broke into a run. Needless to say, the enemy gave chase. The knights ran with all they had, cutting down the enemies when they were catching up with them.
Behind him, Crowley could hear his comrades’ short screams and choking sounds he was all too familiar with.
His comrades were being killed one after another. But he didn’t have any time to spare to look back at this point. Making a desperate escape was all he could do. If he didn’t, they would all be killed.
“You daaaaaaaaaamn!!!” Gustavo’s shout came from behind him.