Ma’Heron walked down the pathway toward one of the side entrances of the Packhouse, when he felt a presence in the dark…

And it was fast approaching his position, intending to attack him!

He waited a couple of seconds before immediately crouching down. His attacker dived toward him just then and missed him by a fraction of an inch.

The long-haired adversary smoothly landed on her hands, and then her legs twirled, her heels aimed at his face. Her first hit connected solidly with his chin.

He got a hold of her other leg as it approached his nose and pulled her down to the hard bricklayered path. He heard...