The tall man charged forward, his spear gripped tightly in his calloused hands, his heart pounding with adrenaline and desperation.
He wouldn't let Lyerin go after his comrades—not when he was the only one who could buy them time.
With every ounce of resolve, he lunged at Lyerin, his movements fast, sharp, and calculated. Yet, no matter how precise or forceful his attacks were, Lyerin always slipped away effortlessly, like a shadow evading the light.
Lyerin darted sideways, his body moving with a fluid grace that defied reason. "Oh, come now," he said, his tone light and taunting. "Is that all you've got? Surely you can do better than this. You're supposed to be the strongest of them, aren't you? The big hero, the noble sacrifice?"
The tall man spun on his heel, thrusting his spear with a ferocious roar. But Lyerin wasn't there.
