Sean dove forward as John shouted, but the assassin's dagger—charged with bronze douqi —closed in. Death loomed…
CLANG!
A earthy yellow aura erupted from the crowd, yanking the assassin mid-strike. The dagger froze 20 cm from Sean's heart as the assassin's body spun 170 degrees, hurtling toward Windsor.
Windsor, shield raised and aura blazing, had activated his sole system skill: Taunt.
Taunt: Forces an enemy to attack the user, increasing defense by 50% for 5 seconds (effect weakens against higher-ranked foes). Once per day.
The assassin's dagger shattered against Windsor's shield, leaving a jagged gash. Though Windsor's defense boost mitigated damage, the Bronze rank power sent him staggering back, blood rushing to his throat.
…
At the 3-second mark, the assassin regained control. But it was too late. Guards surrounded Sean, and John charged, eyes blazing. The assassin fled toward the woods—only to face Matthew, silver douqi flaring twice as fast as his own.
Cornered, the assassin swallowed a vial of poison. His body convulsed, then went still.
…
The crowd erupted into chaos. Sean checked his EXP bar: Level10 60/100—9 EXP from the assassins' deaths. Not much, but better than nothing.
"Your name, brave one?" Sean asked Windsor.
"Windsor." He omitted his surname, knowing commoners lacked them.
"How did you redirect the attack?"
"Everyone has their secrets."
Sean smiled. "For saving me, I reward you with 500 gold."
The crowd gasped—500 gold equaled 125 years of a farmer's wages. Envious stares fixated on Windsor, but none could deny his valor.