It looks like we got a present from someone, Lyra said.
I felt some presence but I didn't notice them until now, Nolan replied, still scanning the area.
From the shadows, seven men emerged. Their faces were covered in black cloth, only their eyes visible. Each carried a sword.
Nolan stood still as the first one rushed in, swinging for his neck. The blade whistled past when Nolan leaned back just in time.
They're not just here to fight, Nolan muttered. They're here to kill me.
He leapt into the air, twisting, and kicked the man in the head. The attacker dropped instantly.
Two more came at him. Nolan raised both hands and caught their blades between his fingers, one sword in each hand.
What? one of them gasped. He's holding my blade with just two fingers.
Before they could react, Nolan tossed the swords upward, then drove his fists into their chests. Both were sent flying and crashed to the ground, unconscious.
