...
In a flash, Lynch got a clear look at his attacker's silhouette.
She was an agile woman, dressed in tight-fitting, dark gray leather armor designed for stealth and covered by a cloak so dark it nearly melted into the night.
Her face was covered with a deep blue mask, revealing only a pair of brown eyes. In her hand, she clutched a jet-black dagger.
The lightning was incredibly fast, but the female assassin's reaction was just as astonishing.
Almost at the exact moment Lynch raised his hand to activate the ring, she slid sideways at an unbelievable angle, moving so fast she nearly left an afterimage.
"CRACKLE~"
The Palm Thunder didn't score a direct hit, only grazing her side. The residual arc of electricity swept over her leather armor.
The assassin let out a muffled groan, her movements faltering for a split second.
'Such fast reflexes!'
Lynch's heart tightened. This was definitely a professional-class rogue or assassin.
