The Difference Between Predator and Prey
For several seconds, the clash of steel and the whistle of arrows filled the quiet road.
Victor stood at the center of it all.
His eyes were closed.
The blade of long grass between his fingers moved with effortless precision, cutting the air in short arcs.
Clink.
A dagger spun away.
Tap.
An arrow bounced harmlessly into the dirt.
Slash.
A curved sword slid off the flexible grass as though it had struck iron.
The thirteen assassins continued their relentless assault.
But something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
After a few seconds of attacking Victor, the men finally began to notice what was happening.
Victor had closed his eyes.
Not only that—
He hadn't moved from the very spot where he had been standing since the beginning of the battle.
Not a single step.
Not once.
He hadn't even attacked them yet.
The only time he had acted offensively was when he cut the spider-silk threads attached to their knives.
