Erwin’s eyes widened, he stumbled backward like a coward. His lips trembled as he stammered, “G-guards! What are you waiting for? Deal with him! Kill him!”
Four men in black uniforms stepped forward, their blades glinting under the dim light. They charged at me without hesitation, perhaps thinking I’d be an easy kill.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
The first swung his sword at my head—I ducked, catching his wrist mid-air, and slammed my elbow into his jaw with enough force to send him crashing into the wall. The second guard lunged from behind, but I spun, driving my fist straight into his gut. He wheezed, folding like paper, before I kicked him hard in the chest. His body flew across the floor.
The third and fourth attacked at once—one from the left, one from the right. My blood
