Chapter 82: Hatred
The five elves rushed him. Jor came first, knife out, aiming to gut him.
’Amateur,’ Nox thought. He remembered some moves from the movie. ’Bob and weave.’
Jor’s knife slashed. Nox dropped, bending his knees. The blade cut the air over his head. He came back up and threw a hard hook at Jor’s ribs.
’Activate Primal Void.’
His fist hit, causing a wet crack.
Jor’s eyes went wide. All the air left his lungs. He flew sideways and hit the dirt, his knife falling from his hand.
The other four elves stopped. They stared at their boss on the ground.
’One,’ he thought, shaking his hand. The punch had hurt him, too. ’The guy in the movie never hit that hard.’
"What are you waiting for?!" Jor choked out from the ground. "Kill him!"
Taren roared and charged, swinging his sword high.
’This one’s an idiot,’ he remembered. ’Reckless.’