The Traitor

The breeze carried dust and wafted in between them and the Assasin. The neighborhood was surprisingly empty but seemed to hide behind their homes as petrified to become witnesses of an ensuing murder. Even though Dreygo still felt the pain looming from his newly healed wounds, he should overcome this fearsome adversary.

'How could he know our current location?' Dreygo thought.

He could not grasp the thought of how the Assassin could have followed them. He assumed technology had contributed a great part to his hunt.

“Over my dead body!” Dreygo responded strongly as if trying to intimidate.

“Certainly.” The assassin said while he took two knives from his vest. The technique he holds the knives was to throw them at his targets. Dreygo knew this. Knives were their secondary weapons during medieval times.

Unfortunately, the Ferrum Minus was not with him. It was in the car.

‘I had to sacrifice my body to cover Elaine from possible attacks.’ Dreygo assessed

He anticipated the assassin