'This little…!' The man tightens his grip on his spear, as he twirls the front end of it. The cloth at the end wraps around the spear, and then the tip of the spear begins to glow brightly.
"Die!: He dashes forward, but just as before Deron steps out of the way, he then taps the spearhead down, shifts inward, and pulls out a small dagger, he quickly thrusts it into the man's ribs.
The man twists to avoid it, but it still digs into him, he stumbles backward, gripping the side of his chest, "Arghhh!!!"
"Now, that wound won't be fatal as long as you get the proper treatment soon… So I would recommend you surrender now…" Deron mutters, pulling out a cloth and wiping the blood off of his dagger.
"Shut up you prick!" The looter thrusts his spear back out, and as Deron steps out of the way he grins, he quickly spins the shaft of the spear in his hand, as he does the wrapping unfurls, and the glowing stops as a small explosion goes off.
