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The warrior's eyes looked toward the origin, a tall Withered Race, handsome young man, the Prince of a distant Kingdom, Everlast.
He stood at a distance that still let him reach the Myconid in a single step if needed.
"I struck your shoulder on purpose, to see how far you can go," he whispered to the Myconid, leaving him speechless. "It seems you are not prepared for sneak attacks, are you?"
The words came out calm and carried no rush to finish the fight right away.
"Tsk!" the Myconid swung his arm against his face, but had it cut down in a single second. "Ugh!" he instantly melded into the shadows, dozens of black spores flying toward the young prince.
The arm hit the ground while the rest of his body had already disappeared into the dark.
