The Witness

The first assassin was sent flying by the powerful attack, but he did not fall. Gently swaying and flipping mid-air, he landed quite stably and dashed forward again. His colleagues cared not for his well doing either, for they dove at Mane without a care for him.

“That armour…” Mane’s eyes flashed brightly.

Even without True Eyes, he could still see. When he struck the assassin, the breastplate on the latter’s chest had absorbed his attack entirely. While it had dimmed in response to this, proving that it would not be capable of taking such an attack for an unlimited number of times, it seemed sturdy enough to accept a few more. They had really come prepared.

*Whoosh*

Mane ducked as the dagger of one of the assassin’s flew above his head and headed into the distance; however, as though to show off their chemistry, there was another assassin within that path who caught hold of the dagger and savagely stabbed it towards the Supreme.

Mane took a deep breath and pulled his arm behind him.