But what they never could have imagined was that Priest Sion's strength was far more formidable than expected.
He drew the knight's sword at his waist with a backhand motion. Its gleam streamed like silk, and with a light flick of his wrist, he knocked aside and blocked every incoming arrow, without so much as a scratch on the corner of his robes.
As One Ear recounted this, a trace of lingering fear remained in his voice. "That priest's sword was absurdly fast. Even while fending off the rain of arrows, he could borrow their force to deflect them back at us, and several of our brothers were hit."
The thieves were instantly thrown into a panic.
If they truly had to face him head-on, even all of them together might not be Priest Sion's match.
Just as fear and chaos began to spread, someone suddenly caught sight of—
The informant they had come to rescue was still locked inside the prison cart, and beside it stood a woman of exceptional bearing.
Judging by her attire, she was clearly not a Prisoner, yet she had followed this escort all the way here.
They had no idea who she was, but since she had appeared here, she might be connected to Priest Sion. Perhaps they could use her to Break the Deadlock?
With that thought, the man's mind stirred. He immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming its point straight at the woman.
Yet he did not fire at once. The prison cart was in that direction, and he feared accidentally hitting the informant they meant to rescue.
But at the instant he took aim, Priest Sion seemed to catch a glimpse of his movement. His sword motion suddenly stalled, and he instinctively turned to shield her.
That very