The Town of Shining Stone (11)

But I did not draw my magic sword. Instead, I lowered my body and dashed between the two approaching chakrams.

I knew that the cloak wrapped around me—or, more precisely, the dragon scales sewn inside it—could shrug off something as feeble as lightweight projectiles.

I closed the distance with the assassin hiding behind the cover in one swift rush.

I broke through the momentary resistance, as though someone had seized me by the neck, without letting it slow my momentum.

Yes, the two chakrams pursuing me were fangs closing in on their prey, but they were also decoys.

The assassin's actual means of finishing off the target was the strange sensation around my neck.

The two intelligence agents killed one and two weeks ago had their bodies slashed open, yet died with their necks broken.

That had not been done merely to emphasize the brutality of their deaths.

The strange resistance I felt had been the invisible hand of the assassin trying to crush my neck.

Ah, so controlling the chakrams freely was also done with invisible arms extending from the assassin...