The assassins flowed across the room as one body with a hundred limbs, their formation tightening around the three women like a closing fist.
The assassins flowed forward like water through cracks in stone, their formation shifting, adapting, tightening around the room's center. The enchantments on their weapons pulsed faintly, eager and patient. A low hum rippled through the air as they activated their buffs—speed, reflexes, coordination all spiking in unison.
A lazy flick of Alice's tail was the only warning they got.
"I hope you don't die too quickly. That would be disappointing."
She raised her hand, and from the shadows around her feet, tiny forms began to emerge—small, round, with gleaming eyes and gaping maws lined with needle-sharp teeth. They tumbled out like living marbles, each one letting out a soft, almost innocent "Meow~" before launching themselves at the nearest assassins.
[Void Kittens]
