Solomon brought his sword down and crashed violently through the clay roof of the royal dormitory. Splintered wood and shattered tiles rained down upon the polished floorboards of the inner chamber.
A dozen elite assassins holding curved sabers had just cornered the Third Princess of the Bririth Kingdom against the far wall.
Solomon landed squarely on his boots and quickly realized the stream chat had successfully delivered his warning just in time.
Elizabeth held a lethal, master-crafted steel sword in her hands. She relied entirely on her pristine fencing techniques, driving her blade through an assassin's chest with flawless execution.
'Whoa there… someone in the chat told me she was actually a mage… but she can fight just fine.'
"You took your time getting here," Elizabeth said. She sidestepped a thrust and parried an incoming blade. "Thanks for the warning. Your viewers wouldn't stop spamming with the direct echo.
