It did not take long before two demonic elves reached Killian simultaneously.
One was a female elf, while the other was a male.
Their daggers flashed beneath the moonlight as they lunged from opposite directions, yet Killian's expression remained calm.
Rather than retreating, he merely shifted his footing.
Swish—
The sound of something cutting through the air echoed faintly as the dagger aimed at his throat grazed past Killian's cheek.
At the same time, his left hand shot forward and seized the attacker's wrist.
With a twist of his hips and a pull of his arm, the demonic female elf spun around him before being pulled into his embrace, her body positioned as a shield while her arms were pinned and rendered unable to move.
The movement was so smooth that it almost resembled a dance.
In fact, had it not been for the weapons in their hands and the bloody battlefield around them, they would have looked like they were dancing in a ball.
Shhk—!
