Werther sensed several people slowly closing in on him. He tightened his grip on Intent Blood and activated Electromagnetic Barrier across the dozen or so meters around him, alert to the slightest movement.
With enemies before and behind him, the best move was not to stand still and guard against them. It was to pick one unlucky bastard, charge him, and fight to the death.
It was like the fights Werther had gotten into in his previous life. If several people were beating him at once, taking them all head-on was stupid. If they were roughly equal in strength, the smart move was to grab the ringleader and beat the hell out of him. Let the others throw their punches. The unlucky bastard's screams might even scare them off.
Things were far more serious now than they had been in his previous life, but the principle was much the same.
The trouble was that Blackbeard was the ringleader, and even if Werther fought with everything he had, he could not defeat him quickly.
Werther swept his gaze over the Blackbeard Pirates closing in on him.
Jesus Burgess had an injured arm and would be easy to deal with, but he was too close to Blackbeard. Werther ruled him out.
Death God Doc Q looked ready to drop dead at any moment, but dealing with both him and his horse would take time. He was a doctor, too. Not the best choice.
Corrupt King Avalo Pizarro was a thick-skinned brute with two pointed horns on his head. He looked like he could take a beating, so Werther ruled him out as well.
That left Big Barrel Vasco Shot and Crescent Moon Hunter Catarina Devon.
Werther weighed the two of them. Both were well positioned, some distance from Blackbeard, and neither looked