The end of the alley came into view, and the assassins sprang into action. Their quiet pursuit ended, replaced by the overt threat of their presence. Only a few steps more led to the main road, and the narrow, shadowed confines of the alley were far more advantageous for their grim task.
"Ian?"
"You know me?"
Whoosh!
The moment their target was confirmed, the conspirators drew their swords and charged. Cloaked in black hoods that concealed their faces and bodies, they seemed like shadows lunging forward.
Clang! Clash!
Beric reacted instantly, drawing his own sword to parry. The impact was sharp, sparks flying from the blades in an instant. It was proof that his opponents were attacking with all their strength.
Whoosh!
And that, in turn, meant they were already aware of Beric's skill. They knew that if they didn't take him down with the first strike, they stood little chance.