Leinster immediately swung his chains and the chains swiftly blocked the attack.
Clang!
Leinster's pupils were only a chain away from the sharp thing—
It was a palm-sized knife, likely a pocket knife, but its strength was nowhere near an ordinary pocket knife!
Leinster's small palms trembled and he couldn't parry the knife, only slightly deflecting the attack's projection.
Tak!
The knife nearly scratched Leinster's cheek by a mere inch before plummeting straight to the floor.
With a sharp scratching noise, the knife was actually embedded into the hard floor, not scratching it lightly like Leinster thought.
Seeing this, Leinster shuddered on the spot, sweat dripping down his small face.
Damn. If that knife touched his head, maybe this body's skull would have been pierced through!
Leinster felt as if an unknown assassin was targeting him in the dark with knives and other sharp weapons lurking menacingly, ready to pounce at him.
