The new assassins pulled their dagger out. It dripped fresh blood from all the innocent victims they had massacred.
Panting loudly, Ambai hugged Zhong and pushed him behind her. His shoulder was already hurt badly because of the pervious assassin, so she didn't want to aggravate it even more.
"I—I... why do you want to kill me?"
"Let's not waste time," An assassin rushed towards them with his sharp dagger aimed for her solar plexus. She retaliated with her own dagger. Daggers clashed, creating sparks. It was not a dab or a slice anymore; it became a war of strength.
Ambai pushed further, bringing her dagger close to the assassin's throat. He smirked widely with a crazed look in his eyes. "Good, fight back. It will be all the more fun,"
The small chipmunk squeaked loudly and scratched his face, but the man did not deter. With his free hand, he swatted it.
"Enough playing Helu, Kill him."
