"Right," Sol muttered, his knuckles turning white around his spear. "Of course there's a mini-boss before the Final Boss."
Without a single sound, the Guard on the left vanished.
Sol's instincts screamed instantly. He didn't even try to track the movement visually, he threw his entire body backward, flooding his legs with Golden Liquid.
SWISH-HISSSS!
A superheated scythe cleaved through the empty air exactly where his neck had been a millisecond prior. The sheer radiant heat of the blade singed the edges of Sol's dark leather armor, leaving a trail of blistering smell in its wake.
Before Sol's boots even touched the ground from his backward leap, the Guard on the right was already there.
They were flawlessly, terrifyingly coordinated. They didn't fight like two separate beasts, they fought like a single organism with four blades. The second Guard swept its scythe low in a devastating, horizontal arc aimed directly at Sol's shins.
