Tension rose as three enemies sought his death. Sigurd didn't feel stress or fear; instead, his feelings became calm. At first, it felt strange to him, one who knew the emotions he felt during battles in the past, to suddenly have a cold outlook on life.
Yet, in this dire situation, Sigurd's mind remained clear. He analysed the threat, methodically searching for a way out.
'Two crossbows on either side aimed at my lungs and lower abdomen, while this woman's longbow can target wherever she wants.'
He felt quite lucky.
The woman named Gretel seemed adept at both ranged and melee fighting, and his ability to despatch her left two weaker fighters, likely Apprentice level at most, while the leading woman seemed close to Journeyman from the intensity of her aura and the sharp pain from his sonar.
'I cannot hope to beat her with the other two, but killing them will open me up to another attack.'
