Noah.
I kept fighting, refusing to back down despite the overwhelming odds against me.
The assassins attacked relentlessly from every direction, their movements swift and merciless. Blades flashed through the air, cutting into my skin whenever I failed to dodge in time. Pain burned through my body with every new wound. Blood dripped steadily from my arms, shoulders, and sides, staining my clothes and the ground beneath my feet.
My breathing grew heavier.
My vision blurred for a moment before I forced myself to focus again.
But no matter how exhausted I felt, no matter how much blood I lost, I refused to give up.
I couldn't.
Not when I still have a wife to rescue.
"Just surrender already, so we can give you a peaceful death," one of the assassins sneered.
A cruel smile spread across his face as he raised his sword high into the air. The sharp blade gleamed under the light as he aimed directly for my arm.
