Kael peeked out from behind cover. His breath came in gasps.
"Two left. Not bad," he muttered.
He stepped out into the open. Blood dripped from multiple wounds. His shoulder throbbed with each heartbeat. But he was still standing.
"Hey..." he called out. His voice came dry and hoarse. "Still wanna keep playing?"
The woman limped through the mist. Blood dripped steadily from a gash in her leg. But her daggers were still raised in attack. The leader stood tall between Kael and the sentinel. His green eyes burned with pure rage behind his hood.
"You got lucky," he said. His voice was cold as winter ice.
Kael wiped blood from his split lip. He grinned despite everything.
"You call that lucky? I'm one bad hit away from kissing dirt."
The assassin said nothing in response, but his stance shifted. His blade rose into a guard position. Every muscle in his body coiled tight.
