The moment the man's eyes glinted with malicious intent, Lyerin had already sensed it.
His muscles didn't tense, his stance didn't shift; he simply stood there with a smirk curling across his lips.
The man, thinking he had caught Lyerin in a vulnerable moment, lunged forward with all his speed, a knife gleaming in his hand as he aimed for Lyerin's throat.
But before the blade could even come close, one of the massive Pig Orcs standing beside Lyerin moved with surprising agility.
With a thunderous Kabam, the Pig Orc blocked the attack with its enormous arm, the man's blade bouncing off its tough hide as if he had struck stone.
Lyerin's smirk deepened as he tilted his head slightly, glancing at the would-be assassin from the corner of his eye.
"Really? You thought you could catch me off guard?" His tone was laced with amusement, as though he were watching a child trying to play a grown-up's game. "Pathetic."
