Chapter 81: A Real Man Fight
Jor stumbled, spinning around, his knife held in a clumsy guard. The other elves reacted a half-second too late, their eyes wide with shock. Nox was in their formation, a wolf among the sheep.
’Too easy,’ he thought, a cold smirk forming on his face. He could end Jor right now, a simple thrust, but that wasn’t the point. This was a test. ’Let’s see what this new body can really do.’
He didn’t attack. He just took a step back, melting into the space between two of the other elves. He moved with an unnatural fluidity, a product of his new Shadow Glide skill. The ground didn’t even crunch under his boots.
"He’s behind you!" one of the elves yelled, pointing.
Nox was already gone. He used another Void Step, this time appearing on the far side of the clearing, right next to the treeline. He just stood there, his arms crossed, watching them.
"What is this cowardice?" Jor snarled, his pride stung by the teleportation trick. "Face us like a man, human!"
’He wants me to stand still and get stabbed? Lame.’ He just shook his head, his smirk widening. He had their weakness: pride. And he was going to dissect them with it.
He activated Void Forging. A faint, dark mist bled from his right hand, swirling and condensing into the shape of a simple, black dagger.
"You want me to fight?" he called out, his voice casual. "Fine. But five against one is boring." He pointed his new dagger at the tall elf with the scar. "You. The ugly one. Let’s see if you’re any better than your boss."