The vigorous blow from Felix's flat-edge sword blow was enough to sent the guard down onto the floor with a concussion. The guard twirled, the moonlight glistening around his eyes as he sees his fragile consciousness slowly slipping into a deep abyss and his body, a limp and awkwardly sprawled puppet laid bare onto the floor with a tin-like clanging.

The other guard-- shocked to have seen the boy's martial prowess locked his hands tightly onto his spear and allowed a charging cry as he drove the tip forward. "RRAAAARRRGGHHH!"

The elderly man inside of the building could hear the scream of the soldier beside the room. He gestured the two persons inside to hurry.