"Impossible!" Iron stab muttered to himself.
He had been watching the progression of the fight so far. What had just happened was not supposed happen. He had clearly seen that Chiron had leaned in with his sword to cut off an assassin's neck.
Clearly, Chiron had not seen the knife that had come from the shadow below him, but somehow he had still managed to defend against it.
"Or was it the sword? Did it have life of its own?" Iron stab questioned himself.
He did not know that he was both right and wrong at the same time.
It was true that Chiron did not have that rich of a battle experience for him to have defended such an attack that had taken advantage of his blind spot.
But it was also true that Devil's touch had its own life.
After all, Chiron had fed it a beating heart. From that moment, it had been born.
But then again, Devil's touch was very obedient to its master's will.
