Slacker suddenly pulled against Soren's jumpsuit, tearing off the arm.
"The eyes." Slacker began, "Take away from the other senses." He used the piece of cloth to cover Soren's eyes.
Pulling tight behind his head to ensure Soren could not see.
"They will be the last."
Ratler struck again with his tail, and Soren fell once more.
"Urhh... That's not fair. I was not ready." Soren lamented.
"Your opponents will not care for your readiness." Slacker strolled in slow steps around Soren.
Soren tried to follow the sound of his voice.
"...and neither will the Eldritchs."
Slacker attacked.
Using a roughly made dagger from Soul-steel.
It was swift.
~Slash
His arm burned.
"Feel the contact before the contact. The touch, before the sting."
Whoosh...
He moved again to attack.
~Slash
"What's wrong with you? You were doing good before. Feel the stab before..."
—Slacker's words muted.
No, they were isolated by Soren's ears—deemed not important for the task at hand.
