"Before I kill you... which Yano noble do you think paid for this mission?"
Zhao cut through three more tentacles, his feathers increasingly scattered. Silent Flight finally vanished, he had to save mana to use it when it would truly give him an opportunity.
"Do you really know?" Zhao breathed heavily, surrounded by both male and aberration. "Or they don't trust you enough to tell you?"
"Silence!" more tentacles attacked. Zhao's last feathers flew to intercept them with desperate precision.
Adrian smiled, his fused face contorting grotesquely. "It's over, Hunter. Your precious feathers are scattered exactly where we wanted them. One last recall would be a useless waste of your already diminished mana from that angle."
"Then I'll have to use something more efficient."
Zhao's hands glowed as he adopted a stance Adrian recognized.
