"Who said anything about dying?"
The assassins took glances at each other and then.
"Ha! Hahaha"
They burst into tear jerking laughter.
"Pfft. Bravery my @ss, this bastard's just insane"
"I had a hunch, but being in castle all this while has turned you crazy huh?" another commented.
Ezra made no reaction, except to slowly take three more steps, closing the gap between them to three feet.
It was a bit shocking that the old man was dead, but… 'It's better this way' he confirmed.
'Should I take out a sword' he thought, looking at the jesting assassins.
But decided against it. 'No, they'll be on guard, or might even dodge. If that happens, I'll lose my chance to ge ta clean hit'
The decisions were made in seconds.
On cue, the laughter began dying down.
"Ha…" the master exhaled, he didn't put Ezra in his eyes and turned to his henchmen "Alright boys, lets-
On cue, his instincts rang out, forcing him to face forward.
