The second warrior was faster than the first. He managed to land a glancing blow against Kael's shoulder—clean and precise. Under normal circumstances, the strike should have carved a deep wound, drawing blood and slowing Kael down.
But it did neither.
The warrior stared in disbelief. He had landed a perfect hit, one that should have at least broken skin. Yet for some reason, the blade simply wouldn't cut through.
What the— He gaped at Kael, panic flickering in his eyes. How can his skin be so thick?
It was like the hide of a beast—tough, impenetrable. The notion was absurd. Even calloused skin couldn't explain this. But before he could dwell on it further, Kael's counterstrike came at him like lightning.
In a flash, before he could blink or withdraw his weapon, he felt the dagger press against his throat.
Kael was fast. But now, he was even faster.
