Kane's bravado, fueled by the presence of his thirteen Savage Blades, was a flimsy shield against the storm that was about to break.
He genuinely believed their numbers would overwhelm the enigmatic trio before him.
He had heard whispers about the redhead's fury and the archer's deadly aim from the few terrified survivors of their last encounter, but whispers were just whispers.
Facing them now, he still clung to the desperate hope that brute force and sheer numbers would prevail.
"Kill the pretty boy first!" Kane reiterated, his voice cracking slightly as he pointed his bone knife at Daniel."The women are ours for the taking after!"
His men, a rough mix of thugs and ruthless opportunists, cheered loudly, their eyes shining with greed and hunger for violence.
They surged forward, a wave of crude weapons and unwashed bodies, confident in their numerical superiority.
Daniel didn't even flinch. He simply glanced at Ayra, a silent question in his eyes.
