Kris wanted to move, wanted to help, but the Jungle Cats were circling her and the others, making it impossible to break free.
Suddenly, Griffin, the injured assassin, called out from behind, his voice strained with urgency, "Help me ‘heal’—I can fight back if you do!"
But Kris's attention was fixed on Raymond. He wasn't just surviving the onslaught; he was ‘dancing’ through it.
In one smooth, impossible motion, Raymond lifted his left leg and twisted his body in a way that seemed physically impossible. The two Jungle Cats attacking him from the sides were easily avoided as he shifted his weight with a fluid, almost acrobatic movement. Then, with a single, sweeping motion, his sword cleaved through the Jungle Cat attacking his left leg, its head falling cleanly from its body.