𝕷𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖕𝖍 • 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟖

Drawing his practice sword, Luke barreled through the soldiers one after another like a violent storm.
The way he sent them flying with a blow from his sword, almost like he was knocking balls away with a stick, somehow reminded me of a giant grizzly bear descending on a village and rampaging through it.
Luke himself was taking blows, too, and I could tell even from a distance that he was injured in several places.
However, he didn't falter, and more and more of soldiers began to shrink back from him.