With one of the three attackers dropping headless at Cassian's feet, things got a little easier. Two against one wasn't great, but at least their attacks weren't as overwhelming now. He had just enough time to think through his moves, deflecting or dodging the strikes. Still, the two left were no pushovers. They got more cautious, making it tricky for him to land a solid hit—though he managed to make them bleed.
"If you're gonna kill me, just do it already! Otherwise, it's your turn next," Cassian yelled into the suffocating darkness. The shadows seemed alive, swallowing every bit of light, as more of them slithered out to keep up the assault.
As he held his ground, a shadow darted forward, aiming straight for him. Cassian blocked it, a slightly shocked grin spreading across his face. The attacker, his eyes completely black and filled with rage, growled, "You think we'll let you walk away after killing our brother?"