The banquet hall was suddenly a meat grinder.
One moment everyone was enjoying the night of their life, feeling the soft bodies of the prostitutes, the smell of roasted pork and Caelum's best wines.
And the next moment it was completely replaced by the thick, metallic stench of fresh blood and ruptured bowels.
And in all that, Leo was struggling. His wrists were aching with every parry.
He swung his sword, deflecting a heavy downward strike from a Devil Mask assassin.
The impact sent a painful shockwave all the way up to his shoulder. Leo gritted his teeth and kicked out, his heavy boot connecting with the assassin's kneecap. The bone snapped with a wet crunch.
The assassin went down, but before Leo could finish him, another killer stepped over his comrade and lunged.
Leo threw himself backward, his boots slipping on a puddle of spilled wine and blood. He slammed hard into the edge of the high table.
"Leo!" Ryana screamed.
