"Heh." Eshwar grinned widely when he saw his fingers hold the faceless face of the black mannequin. He turned off the invisibility on the white parasite mask, opened his mouth wide, concentrated on gathering mana only on the razor-sharp ends of the mask, leaned forward, and bit the faceless face.
'What is this, some kind of metal?' He thought inwardly, when he noticed that its faceless face was too hard. And his mask couldn't bite through even when the razor-sharp, shark-fang-like edges were coated with mana. He knew that it was some kind of metal because of the Dwarven trait mixed into his race.
'F**k it.' He released the bite, held himself with his left claw, pulled his right fist back, and
BAM!
He punched at it as hard as he could, rode the pressure from the impact, and jumped back, standing on the snow flaked footing and gazing at the unscathed mannequin in rage with a hint of noticeable fear in his eyes.
