0230 - Traitors?
Suddenly, Abel froze. His instincts flared like a warning bell. A soft shuffle outside. A shadow suddenly lunged inside through the window, daggers glinting and bloodlust in its eyes.
WHACK!
The shadow got sent flying back out of the window as quickly as it came. Because it was Abel, he swung his leg like a club, kicking the intruder square in the body. He didn't get a chance to scream and tumbled out of the window. A faint groan came from outside.
Abel heard more footsteps and extended his hand toward Tu Rong. As if of the same mind, Tu Rong didn't waste a moment and ran toward Abel, hiding behind his stubby fat stature.
Abel took a defensive stance away from the door and the window, his back against the cupboard.
With hurried steps, five masked men burst in through the door, their dark robes blending with the shadows. They moved quickly, spreading out.
The leader pointed a blade at Abel, signaling the others.