⟬ A short time later... ⟭
The Martialists of the Hidden Lake sect were highly trained individuals.
Though they were human, each was two or three times faster than a regular person. They used unique weaponry and well-practiced forms, striking accurately and with clear intent to maim and kill.
They also had excellent perceptive abilities, always aware of their surroundings.
Tycondrius found it... wryly amusing.
As he accompanied Krysaos towards the sect's inner sanctum, each man and woman amongst the enemy... met his eyes.
Perhaps it was... honorable to do so-- an understanding or... respect between warriors on the field of battle.
...To acknowledge the enemy... to be acknowledged in return-- it sounded nice, in practice.
Unfortunately for them, it allowed Tycon to affect each and every single enemy combatant with his bloodline-granted ocular ability, ⌈Vexing Gaze.⌋
