Aimar's senses immediately heightened as he fought the pain.
Looking around, he quickly noticed a few more people trying to get closer using the mobs as cover.
'Fuck.'
Aimar bit his lip as he started to move once again.
His vision blurred for a moment, but Aimar forced himself to stay focused.
'There's more than one… maybe three?'
He dodged behind a fallen column, using its shadow to mask himself, watching.
One man slipped through the crowd too smoothly—steps too calculated to be scared.
Another crouched low by a broken cart, sliding a dagger into his sleeve.
And the third—Aimar barely caught the glint of a rune as the woman vanished in the crowd.
'Ho! Ho!'
Aimar drew in deep breaths before he grabbed the handle of the dagger puncturing his kidney.
'Urghhh!!!'
He muffled his scream as he took out the dagger.
Blood dripped down his wound as he drew in ragged breaths.
Without wasting any more time, he made a magic circle of fire.
"Urghh!"
