Heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword
He swung his blade at the burly man, even as his right leg lashed out, kicking the bald man backward.
“Arghhh!”
This time, the cry came from the burly warrior. His tunic split open where Li Min’s sword had torn across his chest. He clutched at the burning pain, crimson quickly soaking his palm.
Before he could even raise his blade again, a dagger buried itself deep into his heart. His eyes went wide, uncomprehending, as his knees buckled. A heartbeat later, his body pitched forward, collapsing face-first into the dirt.