It was almost like a wake up call, but once Damien took in another step, he knew a strike was coming.
His body reacted before his mind fully caught up, as his muscles tensed up.
And almost as predicted, the first strike came…it was from his left.
A blade cut through the air where his neck had been a second earlier, and Damien twisted away on instinct, his hand snapping out to catch the attacker’s wrist. The force of it jarred up his arm, but he didn’t loosen his grip. He drove his elbow forward into the man’s throat.
The attacker staggered back...
Damien didn’t give him time to recover.
He stepped in, turned his body, and snapped the warrior’s neck with a clean twist.
The crack echoed loudly in the forest.
But there was no pause or even a moment to catch his breath.
Damien scented
