The house was located on the outskirts of the village, a little distance away from the other houses. Because of its remote location, it would be a good place to fight.
Amon kicked off the ground. His figure shot forward, cutting through the darkness with astonishing speed. His left arm moved so quickly that it became nothing more than a blur.
Whoosh!
The hatchet left his hand, spinning rapidly through the air as it tore through the cold night breeze with a whistling sound.
Under the pale moonlight, its darkened blade drew a fleeting line through the darkness, shooting straight toward the cloaked figure standing at the front.
The man had been keeping watch over their surroundings when he suddenly sensed the incoming attack.
His head snapped toward the approaching weapon.
"?!"
He reacted instantly.
