The blade inched closer and closer, not aiming for my vitals, indicating he wasn't trying to kill me with this attack. Still, it was evident that things were about to get really bad. I didn't particularly care if I met my end here, but the mission weighed heavily on my mind. Failing it meant disappointing Lord Mephisto. I had nothing in my arsenal to counter this impending attack. Apologies, Lord Mephisto, but it seems I'm about to let you down. However, I vowed not to let this man lay a finger on me. If he made a move, I'd bite my tongue without hesitation.
As the blade neared my shoulder, an unexpected twist unfolded. Someone leaped in front of me, blocking the impending strike with a handgun. It was a woman with flowing purple hair.
"Silver Blades?! Why the hell are you here in my territory?!" Norman exclaimed, jumping backward. He seemed visibly flustered by the unexpected appearance of the woman.
