"Enough."
My knuckles connected directly with the center of Marcus's face.
The sickening crunch of his nose shattering completely drowned out Emma's terrified gasp.
The force of my punch lifted Marcus entirely off his feet, violently snapping his head back before he crashed into the dirt, a spray of blood painting the canvas of the nearby tent.
The two lackeys froze for a fraction of a second, staring in absolute shock at their bleeding lord.
Then, their shock boiled over into furious, blind rage. They dropped Emma, simultaneously drawing their heavy training swords, and lunged directly at me.
"I'll kill you!" the one on the left roared, swinging his blade in a wide, clumsy arc aimed straight for my neck.
I didn't even bother activating my interface.
Just smoothly pivoted on my heel, letting the heavy steel whistle harmlessly past my throat by less than an inch.
"Too slow," I murmured.
