"Cat got your tongue?" The assassin blurted out. Her face might have been hidden behind the crimson cat mask, but Allen could feel her smirking behind it. She was full of herself.
He was contemplating ways to capture her. But he knew he would need help to do so because of the sword she was wielding. And the only help he could get was from Nina.
While he was thinking all this, his heart went crazy. It was a similar feeling as he felt whenever Arnold was in danger. He desperately wanted to reach out to him, but he knew it wouldn't be wise to ignore the one in front of him. But he knew that the assassin in front of him wasn't the only one there. She had brought her friends as well.
"How many of you are there?" Allen finally called her out, pulling the sword at his shoulders length, "Tell me now, and you shall live."
