Ashton's laughter echoed throughout as he faced the formidable group of Xyran Infiltrators. They were strong, there was no doubt about it, but their strength meant nothing to Ashton.
"Infiltrators, huh?" he chuckled. "I remember you lot. Back then, dealing with you was a pain in the ass."
Memories of simulated battles under the watchful eyes of Flintmace and Vulcan flooded Ashton's mind. Back then, if someone caused him the most trouble to defeat, it would have to be the Infiltrators.
They were masters of stealth and disguise, making it difficult for Ashton to track and defeat them as they kept disappearing before his eyes. But they were mainly troublesome because they mostly struck in groups, which was odd considering most assassins preferred to work solo.
