Chapter 266: Will he actually do it?
The arrow thunked harmlessly into Damon’s chest. Damon didn’t flinch, but the glare he turned on Riven could have peeled paint off a fortress wall.
The old alchemist, for his part, didn’t even seem to notice. He was crouched by a crack in the cave wall, cooing softly to a glowing centipede and feeding it something that looked disturbingly like a human molar.
"Do you have a death wish?" Damon hissed, yanking the bow from his arm and tossing it back at Riven’s feet. "Just use something else to fight, okay?" How could someone be so bad at this? Fuck, this bastard better be good at some other weapon.
He curiously observed Riven once again, standing in front of the old guy, just to make sure he doesn’t end up dead.
Riven rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and gave a thumbs-up. "Right. No more arrows near the crazy guy. Got it, boss."
Damon didn’t respond. He just stared.
Under the intensity of that gaze, Riven sighed and muttered, "Fine. Melee it is." He drew his dagger and jogged forward with the expression of a man heading into tax season without half his bills.
One spider that was left behind half-dead, lay on the ground with barely a sliver of its health left. Riven spotted it and grinned like he had just found a jackpot. "Perfect," he muttered and charged.
The spider twitched once. Riven screamed like it was a fire-breathing demon. He leapt over it, stabbed wildly, once, twice, three times, only managing to hit the floor, the wall, and possibly his own foot.
The dagger finally connected on the fourth strike, but by then, the poor thing had probably died of embarrassment. "Victory!" Riven declared, striking a pose. "Did you see that precision? My lord, I have killed for you!"