The twelve remaining assassins charged.
Their swords swinging.
Alessandria artfully dodged out of the way.
Two men came flying past.
Hellen thrusted her big stick into the back of one man.
His back cracked. He screamed.
The other man flew past me. I forced my sword through his left eye.
Blood squirted out.
I heard Harrison give a shocked sound. I didn’t care.
A sword sliced my upper arm.
I screamed.
Pain flooded me from new and old wounds alike.
Another hit made me drop my sword.
I spun around.
A black cloaked female stood there.
I charged.
She tried to strike me down.
Jumping around, I dodged the strikes.
I pounced on her.
My fists smashed into her face repeatedly.
Her bones shattered.
Her blood sprayed up my arms and face.
Her skin split. Letting her bones and blood pour out.
I picked up my sword.
Alessandria grabbed me.
I tensed but I saw nine cloaked men storming towards us.
Suddenly, the door on the far side of the chamber exploded open.
Military soldiers poured in.
Firing rifle after rifle.
The black cloaked men turned.