Adam danced back, the thrown dagger embedding itself in the wooden wall where his head had been a moment before. The three assassins moved with a fluid, silent synergy that spoke of countless missions fought together.
'They can track through the Deep Camouflage,' Adam realized, his mind cold and analytical even as his body flowed into motion. 'Their senses, or their gear, are sharp enough to negate it. I'll have to anticipate, not just hide.'
As the first dagger missed, the second assassin was already there, materializing from a patch of deep shadow to Adam's right, a short sword thrusting for his ribs. Adam didn't dodge. He pivoted, letting the blade scrape against the hardened, scale-like skin of his forearm with a sound like a file on stone. The assassin's eyes widened marginally behind his mask at the lack of purchase.
"Too light," Adam taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't they feed you properly in the Duke's service?"
