Amelia sighed, breathing heavily as she placed her hand over the blade lodged deep within her lower torso.
Tara beside her wasn't doing much better, the blade in her heel making her hiss in pain.
The longer the battle continued, the worse it became.
Which was preposterous at this point.
They were the Sisters of Death. E-rank beings widely feared across the city. Yet they had been brought into this state by an F-rank youth.
If someone had told them this before, they would have laughed it off as nonsense.
But as the youth slowly walked forward, they couldn't help but, for the first time, feel a tinge of fear spread across their faces.
Everything they did seemed to be countered so smoothly. It was almost as if he was the natural bane of assassins.
If this continued, death would be imminent.
They would have to divert his attention to do something they hadn't even considered.
Escape.
