Venare scanned his surroundings in search of an opening within his assailants' formation; however, there was not the slightest gap to exploit. The only choice left for Venare was to fight his way out!
In the end, there was no telling if their "lord" had good or bad intentions. In the dreamworld, going along with things while lacking proper information could lead to one's destruction. This was not a chance Venare was willing to take.
In their right hand, Venare wielded a viciously sharp sword with a blade three-fingers wide, and in his left hand was a pair of throwing knives with serrated edges.
When one of the eight men on his right took one step forward, Venare immediately reacted. With a flick of his wrist, he launched the two throwing knives towards the individual who moved.
Woosh! Woosh! Ding!