Yohan turned to see the curved blade slicing through the air, aimed directly at his throat.
A knife whistled through the air and buried itself in the assassin's wrist. The curved blade clattered against the stone floor as the attacker staggered back, and grabbed onto his bleeding hand.
His face hardly reflected any sign of pain, maintaining an indifferent calculating expression.
Yohan whirled around. Jenna stood at the entrance to the training hall, her feet planted in a perfect fighting stance, a shorter knife balanced in her palm. Her expression was ice focused, and lethal.
The assassin lunged forward despite the injury, pulling out another curved blade with his good hand. Jenna was already moving. She closed the distance in three swift strides and launched herself into the air, her boot connecting with the man's chest in a devastating drop kick.
