Despite knowing exactly what was coming, I didn't hurry to purchase that specific warrior race I had found in the Market. In fact, he wasn't even that pricey at all, only costing a meagre one hundred stat points. But I feared that if I took him out now, the others would notice.
They would get a clue about that race's presence, and in a den of monsters like this, the element of surprise was the only thing standing between me and a very messy death. The presence of such a race wasn't expected here, and I intended to keep it that way until the last possible second.
"I say that we kill him first," the Dragon youth said, his voice a low growl. He pointed one clawed finger at me while two short halberds shimmered into existence in his hands.
Even if they were "short" in his massive grip, compared to me, they were long enough to be equal to my entire height. To him, I was a nuisance to be swatted; to me, those blades were executioner's tools.
