Tyrin's legs were eating themselves alive, literally. He had no idea who this hooded person was, but he stuck to him like an annoying fly, refusing to let go of him. His legs, despite being able to erase the runes on the ground, were also being affected by the Ender's miasma.
And this damn ape, too. Everything was going so well until the competition started, now even a primitive monster hindered him. As soon as he was about to catch it, the ape started climbing the trees and jumping from one to the other.
"Leave me alone!" Pain stung his back, making him groan and roar at the evil spirit behind him. However, this person kept sending wind slashes his way, even though he had a box of his own.
It was a matter of fact that Tyrin thought about facing this person and snatching the box for himself, but the abnormality of his enemy steered him otherwise. If Tyrin didn't know better, he would have suspected this person to have contracted an Ender himself.
