The spinning hatchet struck the masked man's back.
THUNK!!
The dark blade dug into his flesh, sinking deep. Blood spilled. The sound of flesh cutting was sweet.
"GAHH—!!" For the first time, his voice cracked with real pain. He groaned.
He jerked violently. Rage erupting from him like a shockwave. Amon and Arnold were thrown off him instantly, flung backward like they were weightless.
"Agh—!!"
Arnold hit the ground, rolling.
Amon skidded across the dirt, coughing.
But the attack wasn't over.
Because.
"HYAAAH!!"
Aisha's lightning spear crashed into the assassin at that exact moment.
BOOOOOOM!!
A blinding explosion lit up the forest.
Dust shot into the air. Lightning danced across broken trees. The masked man slid back, cape torn, body smoking from the blast.
Amon didn't waste a second.
His hand snapped up.
The hatchet that had hit the enemy's back trembled and flew back toward Amon's left hand.
