Silence lingered between the four of them as though they were carefully gauging one another, each measuring the others' intent, movement, and presence. The stillness hung in the air with a strange weight, like the quiet tension before a storm finally broke. Then suddenly, the silence shattered as Number Four tore forward with ridiculous speed, his spear ripping through the air like a knife through butter as he thrust toward Asher's gut with deadly, pinpoint accuracy.
Asher's reaction was immediate. His body flowed to the side with fluid precision, his movements smooth and practiced from countless battles. At the same time, his rapier flashed sideways in a silver streak of motion, cutting through the air as it moved toward Number Four's neck.
