The disheveled Sarifov Shadowblade wore a bewildered expression as he pulled one leg free from the sand.
In this desolate Grey Desert, amidst the swirling sand behind him, the cool Flyshuttle was embedded in the ground in an inverted manner. It was only due to the impressive materials that it didn't disintegrate upon impact with the ground. Despite the Slave Master falling from ten thousand meters, he sustained only minor scratches, proving the man had some skills.
In fact, if it weren't for the need to safely drop his "prisoner" to the ground just before the crash, Sarifov might not have even gotten scratched.
After all, as a strong figure walking the assassin's path, no matter how down-and-out he might be, he wouldn't die from fall damage.
However, the Slave Master felt completely disoriented.
