The Dread raised a single hand, looking down at the girl with impunity, not budging in the least even as desperate spells of wind were flung against his body.
I can't do anything…Even after how hard I've tried, am I still too weak to even make the enemy acknowledge me?! Melisande thought.
To the surprise of the young girl as she flinched from the Dread's hand being cocked back, she opened her eyes again to see the figure paused in front of her.
He stopped…? Melisande questioned.
Suddenly, the blood-soaked figure spun around, using the back of his hand to smack against the face of the one who attempted to attack the Dread from behind–
"Gh–!" Asher winced.
The Devilheart's nose spurted out blood from the abrasive counter, though Asher didn't let it stop him as he dropped down, attempting to sweep the leg of the Dread.
THUD
Not even a slight budge came of the Dread as the exhausted figure watched the Devilheart with its stygian eyes, "...Desperation like this is unsightly."
