The knock sounded throughout the hut, and an eerie silence loomed over its inhabitants.
"Who the hell is that."
"Did you invite anyone?"
"You know only us four come to this place."
"I have a bad feeling about this, hurry up and hide the money, and ready your weapons. "
Getting up one of the thugs held a dagger behind his back, by the looks of it, he is an assassin.
As for the other members, one was a swordsman holding a standard sword with a silver blade, one was an archer holding a wooden bow, and the last one was a berserker holding a huge worn-out war hammer.
Getting close to the door and holding its handle in his hand, the assassin felt a chill crawl down his spine, instinctively leaping backward, trying to make as much distance possible from the door.
The other thugs looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was going on in his head.
"There is something wrong, I don't like this. ", the assassin nervously said.
Speaking up, the archer said with a low voice, "Earlier I felt that someone was watching me, but I saw no one through the window, whoever is behind that door don't let your guard down. "
At this point, the berserker's eyes were filled with rage, staring at his comrades who were cowering in fear, stepping forward he glared at the assassin asking him, "Since when were you such a coward".
The assassin promptly replied, "It's not time for you to be a hot head ", but before he could finish, the berserker turned his back to the assassin, and swung the door open, "Who the hell are you - ", before finishing those words the berserker's comrades saw a black blade piercing through his neck, all of them froze in place.
The berserker stared at the cloaked figure who stood in front of him, trying to retaliate, Martin pulled out the sword, and following it, the berserker's lifeless body slammed on the ground.
As for his other companions, they weren't able to utter a single word out of fear.
Swinging his sword, Martin swung his bloody sword shaking off the blood, and splashing the floor, moving his gaze from the berserker's corpse to the rest of the thugs, he said, "That's one, three more to go".
Hearing those words, madness filled their hearts.
"You cocky bastard, who do you think you are?", the swordsman was irritated by Martin's cocky attitude, especially after killing his comrade in front of his eyes.
"So, you can speak now? ", Martin looked at him and replied in a provocative tone.
"Killing him might have caught us off-guard, but don't think we are that easy to kill", the swordsman bellowed, gripping his sword, he charged at Martin and twisted his sword aiming for his blind spots. taking a quick sidestep, Martin dodged the sword which kept piercing its way into the hut's wooden wall.
The swordsman hurriedly tried to pull out the sword, but It wouldn't budge, looking at the cloaked individual, he saw his gaze filled with emptiness as if there were no emotions, no empathy, no rage, nothing.
Feeling his body grow cold, the swordsman lost his will to fight, loosening his grip on the still stuck sword, in the blink of an eye, a black string of light formed on the swordsman's neck cutting through it.
Looking at the sword, that was stuck in the wall in front of him, Martin pulled it out effortlessly. "I will take this; you won't be needing it anymore."
Although Martin had his true power and knowledge sealed, he still trained to death every day since he was able to walk, which granted him strength and magic efficiency greater than normal people, especially greater than a swordsman thug.
At that moment the archer fell to his knees sobbing on the ground, if the close combatants weren't able to do anything to him, what could he, a long-range combatant do in such a small space, seeing that the archer is no longer a threat, Martin stared at the assassin who was getting ahold of his dagger.
Noticing Martin's gaze on his armed hand, the assassin's thoughts ran wild, "what the hell is going on? Who is this guy? I've already checked for an exit, the only way out is the door, but he is blocking it, I need to find a way out, I can't die in this shit hole".
Taking a step forward, Martin decided to get rid of the assassin first, being the biggest threat, suddenly he felt a ripple in the air to his side, instinctively he turned the sword in his left hand slashing upwards.
The clang of metal was heard throughout the room.
"That was a close call, looks like all this training did pay off, but I need to be more cautious, especially in this weakened state, a single wrong move can cost me my life", talking to himself, even though he was on death's door, a grin appeared on his face, he was loving every moment of this.
Looking at the floor, Martin saw the broken arrow, turning his gaze to the archer who was still holding up his bow, frozen in place not believing what he just saw with his own eyes, how can someone stop an arrow with his sword more importantly, when he got attacked off guard.
Glancing to his right, he saw the assassin was trying to flank him, "how troublesome, so this was your great plan. "
Sheathing his black sword, Martin extended his right hand into the air, and suddenly a black portal appeared.
Taken by surprise by this change of events, the assassin decided to stand his ground, not getting any closer, given that he didn't recognize what spell Martin was using, he even doubted that Martin is using an artifact to open the black portal since he had not chanted any incantation, he could walk into a trap or an attack unknowingly.
The assassin followed Martin's every single move, trying to reveal his trickery, suddenly the assassin's expression became grim when he saw the cloaked individual pulling out a dagger from the black portal.
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