The rifle in her hand transformed back into a pistol, and she returned it to her AI space.
Mira looked down at the commotion in the bar with a cold gaze.
The customers trying to stop the bleeding, the owner of the bat looking for the assassin.
Then she looked away, already walking out of the place with calm.
Just then, pressure.
The pressure crashed into her like a tide, causing her to furrow her brows.
Her body reacted on instinct, ducking low.
Time seemed to slow as her body bent and a dagger tore through the space her head was just moments ago.
She looked up at the person who had attacked.
The person had a crazed smirk on his face as he looked down at Mira.
Mira did not wait. She rolled on the floor, her leg sweeping through in a round kick.
The attacker jumped over it, then backflipped, landing a few feet away from Mira.
Mira's hand found her dagger in her belt as she rose.
Their eyes were locked together for a moment, then boom.
