"I got you, son of a bitch." - Ramiel whispered with satisfaction, thrusting his spear into Naga's heart. He was the last of the archers left alive on this dungeon's floor.
He pulled out his spear and pierced the monster's dead body several times, just in case, although it was a flimsy excuse to get rid of the grudge. This particular Nagas had gotten under his skin.
The two had been playing cat and mouse for several hours. Despite appearances, it wasn't a pleasant game. The simple task of eliminating archers and more spell-oriented monsters turned out to be annoying. All because of this one particular Naga. It would somehow escape whenever Ramiel managed to sneak up on a monster. Once, it almost managed to injure the former hunter. He was careless, and an arrow exploded under his feet. Fortunately, he had Dark Spectrum mana prepared in advance, which smothered the mana contained in the infirnyt's cave.
