Andrew quickly grabbed the daggers from the two assassins whose heads he had just blown apart.

Then, a massacre began. Flashing steel and screams filled the air.

Andrew moved like an enraged dragon, cutting through from one end of the alley straight to the other, reaching the alley's entrance. He lowered his blades and spun half a step as bright red blood flowed down the smooth surfaces of the daggers, dripping onto the ground.

Soon, it formed a thick stream of blood.

"Good blades!" he