บท 149: First blood

Another barrage of projectiles came hurtling from the shadows, their pattern now sickeningly familiar. Cassian gritted his teeth, his instincts sharp as he moved to counter them. He stepped forward, his blade slashing in wide, precise arcs to deflect the incoming knives. The clash of metal echoed in the dimly lit street as he dodged and parried, narrowly avoiding the ones aimed at his legs and torso.

Despite his skill, his breathing was ragged. The attacks weren't letting up.

As the last projectile hit the ground with a metallic clink, the second phase of the attack came. The shadow darted forward, moving with almost inhuman speed from the darkness. Cassian caught sight of the gleaming blade in its hand, aimed straight for his side. He twisted on his heel, narrowly dodging the strike, his sword intercepting the figure mid-swing.