Xhylan had calculated the tactical layout perfectly before stepping through those doors. He knew with absolute certainty that he wouldn't be able to fight them all in a protracted engagement. The enemy had firearms, and so did he, but the fatal disparity lay in the available ammunition. Of course, he could always rely on his razor-sharp combat blades to terminate them up close, but he profoundly doubted his capacity to systematically execute a hundred high-tier mercenaries with the limited weapons left in his tactical vest.
He had never planned to walk out of that mansion alive.
