Ren pulled the short sword from his chest, the wound knitting closed as he stepped over them.
He continued through the alleys, searching for the soldiers. Before long, he saw two of them ahead of him, having looped around through a parallel alley.
They came at him from opposite angles, and Ren ducked low, letting one blade cut the air above his head while his foot swept out, shattering a knee.
The soldier went down screaming, his partner ramming a dagger deep into Ren's side.
Ren gritted his teeth, ignoring the hot rush of blood as he grabbed the man's wrist, twisting until bone snapped.
He drove his sword upward through the soldier's chin, then spun to finish the one on the ground with a single stab through the visor.
He grunted as he pulled the dagger, sliding it free from his own body as the skin sealed over the wound like nothing had happened.
He continued on his way, before his instincts screamed at him in the silence.
