One of the guards immediately launched at Dylan, his sword raised to strike. But before he could reach Dylan, the guard closest to him moved with lightning speed, striking the attacking guard at the back of his head. The guard crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Dylan was stunned by this unexpected turn of events. The guard who had knocked out his companion turned to Dylan with a smile, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a totem on his arm. Dylan's eyes widened in disbelief. The totem resembled his own, though it was clear this one did not produce a sword like his did.
"I'm a member of the rebel army. You've already created a mess here. Come with me if you want to survive!" the guard instructed.
Without waiting for a response, the rebel guard took the lead, rushing out of the room. Dylan, still reeling from the rapid succession of events, followed closely behind.
