Sylvara faced her ten opponents in the western section of the restricted library, using the tight space between bookshelves to control engagement angles with practiced precision. The hunters had spread out immediately upon emerging from concealment, moving with the coordinated precision of people who'd trained together extensively.
The leader—a scarred veteran with gray streaking his dark hair and the kind of careful movements that spoke to decades of surviving dangerous combat—called out as they formed their initial positioning: "A skilled assassin. This one's dangerous. Stay coordinated and don't underestimate her!"
