Zhao Si was a little dazed. As things stood, enemies filled his vision, with no allies to be found. Still, Vyke, Alexander, and Old Man felt like potential allies. All three had found opponents of their own, leaving him to face only Yuno and Theodoric.
Even after Rogier caught him with a sneak attack, Theodoric had not immediately given chase. He still had his sights on Zhao Si. Perhaps Zhao Si escaping him alive had left Theodoric feeling humiliated.
Yuno's aim was much simpler. Zhao Si had taunted him, and he simply wanted to kill Zhao Si.
"The Hoslows' blood tells, huh? Then have you heard that a Lannister always pays his debts?" Zhao Si had actually wanted to say, "Hear me roar," but on reflection, "always pays his debts" sounded smoother. A matter of how it rolled off the tongue.
Yuno visibly froze for a moment. He was genuinely trying to recall whether there was anyone named Lannister among the nobility. That gave Zhao Si an opening for a sneak attack. His left hand dipped into his throwing-weapon pouch, and this time he really did throw a righteous throwing knife. Time had been short; he had not prepared the even more righteous poisoned throwing knives.
Hidden weapons required painstaking practice, and Zhao Si clearly lacked that kind of patient dedication. But that was fine. As long as he could throw one at someone and hit them, whether the throwing knife actually stabbed them to death hardly mattered. Fortunately, his aim was pretty good.
Yuno's pupils contracted as he saw the throwing knife flying at his face. His feet shifted, and he used [Bloodhound's Step], sliding out of sight. Zhao Si sneered and pulled homemade caltrops from his pouch, scattering them over the ground in front of him. At the