Liam barely dodged the assassin's attack, stumbling back as the dagger grazed his shoulder. A sharp sting came from where the dagger had cut him, he placed his hand on the cut, stopping the wound from bleeding. Adrenaline gushed through his veins as he searched for an escape opportunity.
The assassin leisurely circled him like wolves closing in on their prey, their shadows behind them contorting. Their movements were synchronized, professionals. Why are they after me Liam thought to himself. His mind raced none of this made any sense at all but he didn't have time to think about it.
One of the assassins flicked their wrist a shadow tendril appeared rushing to Liam at terrifying speeds he tried dodging but it was to quick. It latched onto his ankle, yanking him off his feet high into the air. He hit the ground hard, his breath knocked out of him. Before he could stand up a leather boot pressed down on his neck with force.
