Within the Wargrave estate, the family members watched in absolute silence. They watched as five assassins encircled Asher. They didn't blink, they simply observed with calm eyes and steady breaths.
Then it began. They saw how Asher was gradually being pushed back, further and further. His mind was able to keep up with the situation, calculating every motion and strike, but his stamina did not allow his body to follow through. They watched as attacks rained in from all directions, left, right, above, from every possible angle.
Hammer. Axe. Whip. Dagger.
They watched his movements closely. They could see the fluidity, the calmness, and the efficiency in each step and swing, like he had been training in the art of battle for decades. But it wasn't long before Asher's chest was torn open, right in front of their eyes.
