Marlene looked at the empty street.
Her mind was racing at high speed.
The unremembered enemy had appeared again, or rather, disappeared once again.
Her body seemed to have shifted slightly to the left from its original position, and the short sword in her hand had also vanished. In the faint light on her left side, she seemed to catch a glimpse of two green lights.
But that was the question: why had she looked to the right?
As she thought, Marlene reached for the longsword at her back with her right hand.
Under normal circumstances, few people would carry a sword on their back, as it was not conducive to drawing the weapon. But she had too many weapons on her, so carrying them on her back actually helped maintain balance.
As she drew the sword, her left hand also pulled out a throwing knife tucked into her waist.
To the right.
Marlene sprinted in the direction her eyes were looking.
The throwing knife was tightly sandwiched between her left-hand fingers.
