The poison-wielding assassins lunged at him from three sides.
They were absent from his perception, but the Guildmaster noticed extremely faint ripples in the blackness. Two attacked from the left and right, while their leader - and the individual who had taunted him - opted for a frontal strike.
As for how Alistair knew they were the one responsible for the vile taunt, it was pretty simple. Who else would have the gall to provoke him and then confidently face him down, other than their chief?
In any case, it didn't matter.
Leader or not, they would fall all the same.
The assassins neared, and Alistair remained calm.
The cold, calculating part of his mind gave him a detached, dispassionate outlook. With years of combat experience under his belt, the Expert Mage was able to glean the trajectory of the incoming strikes and adjust accordingly.
