Golden Ticket Bonus 2/5*
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Moon's own dagger materialized in his grip, the assassin's poisoned dagger met Moon's plain one with a sharp clang of metal on metal.
And stopped.
The assassin's eyes widened behind his hood as his full-force strike was casually deflected by what should have been a vastly weaker opponent. His arm actually vibrated from the impact, the shock traveling up through his shoulder.
'What—'
Moon's counter-strike came before the thought could complete.
His dagger reversed direction, the blade cutting toward the assassin's wrist. The movement was simple, lacking the flourish of a true master, but backed by overwhelming physical power.
The assassin barely managed to jerk his arm back in time, the tip of Moon's blade passing close enough to slice through the fabric of his sleeve.
They separated by a few steps, reassessing.
