The alleyway became a kill box. The four remaining Syndicate assassins moved with practiced coordination, their serrated blades weaving a net of steel meant to trap Alvian. They were fast, Level 45 Elites, specialized in close-quarters combat.
But Alvian was faster.
"Valeria, block the alley!" he shouted.
Valeria slammed into the alley entrance, her tower shield expanding to block the path of two assassins trying to flank.
"You shall not pass!" she roared, channeling her Titan strength to hold the line against their furious assault.
Alvian focused on the two in front of him. One lunged low, aiming for his femoral artery. The other leaped high, aiming for his neck.
"Predictable," Alvian muttered.
He didn't dodge. He used [Void Step].
He teleported one meter straight up. The low attack hit empty air. The high attacker found himself suddenly chest-to-chest with Alvian.
"Hello."
Alvian drove his knee into the assassin's chest.
"THUD!"
