Four in front, eight behind—this situation is definitely spelling death for me in a complicated way.
The four rushed towards me, swords in hand, and aimed straight for my vital parts: Head, neck, heart, and jewels. Wait, scratch the last one. He changed it to aim for my midrib.
Although I could see their actions, I couldn't evade them at all; after all, I was mid-jump. There's no way to maneuver in the air and dodge. Just as I thought, "Ah, I'm dead," four pairs of daggers flew, blocking the incoming swords.
"...!"
Taking the chance, I used [Shadow Movement], stepping on one of the four's shadows by kicking him in the chest. Wait, scratch that; based on the sensation, it was a girl, not a dude.
After getting inside the shadow dimension, I quickly dashed to a nearby alley and popped out. After all, running on foot is much faster than traveling through the shadows for me right now.
*Clang!* *Clang!*
