It collapsed to the ground, flailing in agony, utterly silent as it slowly bled out.
The other rogue snarled at Addison, rage and fear mixing in its eyes. It hesitated to make the first move, clearly wary of the silver daggers gleaming in her hands. Slowly, it stepped back.
Seeing Addison fight so seamlessly, Anna's worry eased. She refocused on her own battle — having already taken down two rogues, she was still locked in combat with two more. She had to survive first before she could help Addison.
Addison shifted her stance, raising the silver daggers in front of her like a boxer ready for the next round.
