Sylas Blackthorn took action.
The assassin didn't charge like the others. He used his Shadow Step power to disappear and then reappear right behind Greg.
The twin daggers were already moving and were aimed at Greg's spine with deadly accuracy.
"Clever strategy," Sylas said in a cold voice. "But you're defenseless while you keep those barriers up."
The daggers fell.
And Felix's cat came out of nowhere and appeared right under Sylas's feet.
The assassin was in the middle of the attack when he tripped over the cat. His daggers missed Greg by inches as he fell forward, losing his balance completely.
Marina's frying pan hit him with an uppercut that would have made professional fighters green with envy. Sylas was thrown back thirty feet, crashing into a group of his own friends and taking them all down in a tangle of arms and legs.
Felix raised his fist in victory. "I told you the cats were useful! Tactical kitty for the win!"
