Danger came without warning.
Xiaolan's pupils constricted. The whistling table leg magnified infinitely before her eyes.
Her mind went blank, but her body reacted before she could even think.
Perhaps it was instinct honed through daily training, or perhaps her bloodline's potential had been awakened.
Her body bent backward at an impossible angle, almost parallel to the ground, as the table leg whistled over her head.
Simultaneously, the short dagger in her hand sliced upward in an arc, plunging into the witch hunter's unguarded abdomen.
SQUELCH!
The dagger sank into flesh, and blood gushed forth.
The witch hunter let out a muffled grunt, his assault faltering.
Xiaolan gave him no quarter. Her other dagger flashed out like lightning, severing the tendons in his wrist.
The table leg fell to the floor with a CLANG.
The entire exchange happened in a flash, so fast that Ola, who was watching from the side, was left dumbfounded.
