A series of daggers flew toward Eros as he dodged them, one by one. He caught one of the knives in mid-air and hurled it back at the man who had thrown it. The knife struck dead-center in the man's forehead, causing him to fall lifelessly to the ground.
The sparrow gasped at the scene, unable to digest the fact that the king didn't hesitate before taking a life. Just as that thought crossed her mind, the next scene that unfolded before her made her stomach churn.
With two men down, the remaining three surrounded him, holding sabers in their hands. Eros calmly dusted his sleeves, letting them approach. One among them raised the saber to cut the king's arm, but Eros caught the sword with his hand, the flesh on his palm transforming into his hawk's talon with sharp nails clashing with the blade.
