I landed with a soft thud behind one of the slave traders. This man had a slim build. While his muscles were visible, he didn't appear to be particularly strong and was only armed with a knife.
He turned around, startled by the soft thud, probably expecting to see a curious weasel or rat.
When he saw me, an eight-year-old child, his face twisted into a mixture of surprise and amusement. But before he could say anything, I lunged up towards his neck.
I instilled mana into my hand, reinforcing it and sharpening it. I believe it would be more accurate to refer to it as a wind cutter or something, basically because for now I can only manipulate wind mana or wind magic.
He flinched back reflexively, his hands reaching for his face to protect himself from me attacking him.
It was already too late.
I take a quick swipe at the man, severing his vocal cord and carotid artery. As I landed behind him, a stream of blood sprayed out of his neck as I supported his lifeless body and gently placed him down to avoid making a noise. The stench of blood jolted the pantherdogs that had just been calmed down by the man awake, causing them to howl and bark.
"Ey Jhonny!can't even calm the damn dogs.. What the eff?!"
I had already picked up...his knife and was waiting for him in the carriage's back corner.
While the other slave trader was looking at Jhonny's corpse, which was being eaten by pantherdogs, I jumped out from behind and stabbed the side of his neck with the knife.
While devouring the two corpses, the beasts became low key.
I heard the rustle of the tent as the two remaining slave traders emerged.
I kept my cool and hid behind a tree near the carriage to infuse mana into Jhonny's knife.
Sensing something was wrong, the two remaining slave traders carefully stepped around to the opposite side of the carriage, where they saw their two former companions being devoured by the pantherdogs.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I savaged the nearest one as his gaze returned to me, his long sword swinging at my face.
I dropped low and dashed toward him, trying to get my knife in range of the slash. I swung, forcing more mana into the knife, and pierced his right leg's heel cleanly.
"AHHHH!!" he yelled in agony as he dove desperately out of my way before I could do any more damage.
"Be careful, Larry!
"I believe this brat is a mage!" The fighter whose tendon I had just severed wept.
I focused on Larry as he drew his sword from its sheath and lowered into a defensive stance.
"Ahh! Let's rumble, brat!" He let out a maniacal chuckle.
These cretins didn't care that I had just killed their party members.
As he reinforced his body with mana, his body glowed faintly.
His lips curled into a confident grin on his flat face as he approached me.
With that crippled leg, he was out of the fight, but this man was going to be a problem.
He jumped above me, his right arm ready to throw a punch.
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