'Crap!' Paul thought but his body was already moving instinctively.
If there was one thing that Paul learnt from his time escaping from assassins stronger than him was that never think.
Assassins were meticulous combatants, they already thought over multiple scenarios ahead of time, always a step ahead of you.
If you wanted to survive, don't think, act.
Staring into those eyes that were filled with murderous intensity, Paul's body moved instinctively, tossing Nate and Emma towards Elsa even as his hands quickly grabbed his Stilettos again.
He was about to move when he heard a voice.
'Paul!' A familiar mature feminine voice called, making Paul freeze just as he was about to move his Stilettos.
Paul shuddered. 'M-mom?'
But then…
"SAUL!!!" Elsa screamed but it was already too late.
Ptui!
Paul was jolted awake by the sudden surge of pain that assaulted his brain.
