Aint urgently threw his body backward.
But his heavy body couldn't respond smoothly in this completely unexpected situation.
One blade barely grazed his shoulder, but the other dug into his chest.
Clang!
Though there was an impact, there was no wound as expected.
It was because Gardner's sword had moved on its own to block the dagger.
Aint rolled his body backward once and grabbed the sword. The sword had already returned to its original form.
A beat late, another dagger flew in.
The employees' daggers were fast, concise, and filled with killing intent.
Above all, they had no backup plan.
"...Ugh!"
Aint couldn't help but be flustered by their offensive, which disregarded their own safety to exchange flesh for bone.
He lacked experience and resolution.
His offense gradually became passive, and naturally, small wounds increased.
