Adam didn't wait for the assassins to reach him. His body blurred, splitting into three afterimages with [Mirage Cascade] each one darting toward a different cluster of enemies. The real Adam wove between the shadows, his fist already cocked back, dark energy curling around his knuckles.
Leela moved.
Her form flickered, and the air around her seemed to distort. [Shadowfoot Waltz] —a skill that bent space around her steps, making her movements unpredictable, her speed almost impossible to track. She slid between the afterimages, her short sword trailing a silver arc toward Adam's exposed flank.
Adam's instincts flared. [Hunter's Tri-Sense] pushed outward, feeling for the displacement of air, the shift of weight on stone, the subtle pulse of her heartbeat beneath the chaos.
'There.'
He didn't turn. He simply twisted, the blade passing so close it sliced a few strands of his purple hair. His hand shot out, but Leela was already gone, back in the swarm of her operatives.
