Single Spell Sorcerer-Chapter 35: A Single Swing

With the Sorcerer dead, Jax believed the battle would be much easier now.

The archer panicked at the sight of another dead companion and pulled out another arrow, nocking it to the bow.

Jax immediately ran toward her, not letting her have the chance to shoot another one. As he approached, the archer quickly pulled back on the string, ready to shoot.

However, right before she could, Jax used Divine Threads once again.

Previously, he had tied the arrow to the bow. This time, he tied the string to her neck. Multiple strings tightly wrapped around the back of her neck to the string. And since it was invisible, she didn't immediately realize it.

The archer let go of the string, which jerked her whole head forward. The arrow flailed barely a few feet forward, doing absolutely no damage to anyone at all.

She screamed and tried to get rid of the strings with a dagger she owned, but before she could do anything else, Jax jumped over to her.

He kicked the archer directly in the chest, slamming her back onto the ground. As she landed on her back, he landed over her and swung the knife in his hand into the mask she wore.

The mask cracked as the knife went through her skull, stabbing her brain. She was dead within moments, not even getting a chance to scream.

Jax rolled away from her, toward where the dead Sorcerer was. He looked in the direction of the warrior who had finally cut all of the threads he had placed around the man.

Jax got up and pulled away the axe with a jerk, more blood spilling out from the open wound.

He felt at his abdomen, the pain causing a slow buzz around his body. Or was that the adrenaline?

Jax couldn't tell. He was hurt in so many places after all.

There was the wound on his arm and rib from yesterday. He had rolled around on the ground enough for several parts of his body to ache, not to mention the stab wound on his abdomen and the cut on his ear.

He pulled out the potion that just numbed and stopped bleeding and quickly drank it. The nasty potion, made up of no better materials than what Jax had likely gathered these past few days, slid down his throat with a slight burn, slowly numbing everything.

The warrior pulled out a potion of his own, drinking it. He threw the potion flask to the side and put away the daggers. Without his speed, he likely didn't trust in being able to kill.

Instead, he pulled out a broadsword and held it out like a proper swordsman, getting into a stance.

Jax couldn't help but grin. He held his axe with both arms, ready to fight. This was going to be a much more straightforward battle, so this was the perfect opportunity to test his axe skills.

Jax held his axe to the side, the heavy head nearly touching the floor.

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The moment the warrior moved, he moved too. The swordsman came down with a heavy downward swing. With the axe low to the ground, Jax swung his axe upward.

It was a single strike from both people, whose strengths had been determined to be more or less the same. So, the decisive factor ended up not being their skills or strength, but rather simply the weapon itself.

The broadsword was made of good metals and was likely of good quality as well. But from what Jax could tell, it was good for someone who wanted to hang around the Dead Woods.

But Jax had bought his weapon with ideas beyond just this woods, beyond just this city even. His was clearly much superior.

The axe cleaved through the sword, sending the broken metal flying away. And taking advantage of the shock of the warrior, he spun around, the axe carrying the momentum as he sent it driving into the man's chest.

The axe dug into the man's chest, sticking in there. Jax lifted the axe and the man along with it, groaning and screaming as he did, before slamming it all down onto the ground with one final swing.

The axe tore its way out of the side of the man's chest as it hit the ground.

The mask fell off the man he just killed, revealing a young man barely any older than himself, his eyes forever wide, carrying the expression he felt in his last moment.

Shock.

Jax slammed the axe to the side and fell on his butt, taking deep breaths. As the last remnants of his Navi slid back into the Sea of Navi, what it left behind was a sense of deep fatigue and loss of all physical function.

Jax felt paralyzed at that moment, even though he knew he was not.

He lost even more feeling in his body thanks to the numbing potion he had taken earlier.

"How do you feel?" Gemma asked, showing up now that he was not in combat.

"Better. The numbing potion is taking away the pain. But I am quite fatigued, so maybe not that good."

"I meant emotionally," Gemma said. "You did just kill four people, and this time it was no accident."

Jax had to take a minute for himself to think about it. "I don't know," he said in the end. "I don't feel anything at all. I know I should, or at least I think I should. But they were the ones who tried to attack me first, so I feel justified."

"You are justified," Gemma said. "It's a world where people kill each other easily, after all. But still, you had to feel something, right?"

"I should, but I don't," Jax said. "I wonder what that means for who I was before coming here that I don't feel anything at all. I wonder... was I as heartless back then as I am right now?"

It was likely he would never know that answer.

Did he even want to?