The words had barely left his mouth when a sharp whistle split the air.
A Silver Needle so thin it was nearly invisible to the n***d eye shot toward Cliff's face at blinding speed. Without even looking, he raised one hand and caught it cleanly between two fingers.
"Hm?"
He noticed a faint green glow on the needle's tip. One careful sniff, and his eyes narrowed slightly. The needle was coated in deadly poison, and it wasn't the first time he'd encountered this particular variety.
"Not bad reflexes."
Just as Cliff registered the implications, a hunched old man with a mouthful of yellow teeth emerged from the Imperial Bar, a cold smirk on his face. This had to be the "master" Lucas had been talking about.
Sure enough, the moment Lucas spotted the old man, he let out a long breath of rel
