Con's Defense

When the blade bounced off, the Assassin seemed quite surprised. The Assassin, who had retreated from behind me like a ghost, immediately moved to my flank and began slashing again.

That movement, that speed.

If it had been a Labor Advocate who came in, he or she would have undoubtedly had his or her neck severed with a single strike, without even a chance to explain himself or herself.

But I had Con.

[*Not a chance!!*]

As if Con wouldn't allow any approach.

It wrapped its Psychic Power directly around the Assassin's body.

Game over... it wasn't.

[*What?! My Psychic Power is scattering?!*]

The Assassin, flowing through the Psychic Power with surprising ease, lunged again...