Cassian's instincts screamed danger as he sensed movement behind him and ahead. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened as two fairies emerged from the dense foliage, their sharp wooden spears glinting in the faint light filtering through the canopy. One lunged at him from the front, its spear thrusting upward with precision, while the other attacked from behind, aiming a downward strike at his back.
The attack was coordinated, designed to trap him with no escape, but Cassian's body moved before his mind fully registered the danger. He ducked, his movements swift and fluid, lowering himself just enough to avoid both spears. The weapons sailed past him, missing their intended target.
But the fairies weren't as fortunate. Their own momentum betrayed them as their spears continued on their path, impaling each other. The one behind him drove its weapon deep into the chest of the fairy in front, while the front attacker's spear struck the chest of the one behind.
