Even without a knife, the unhinged person hardly felt dulled as he flipped around, lunging towards the adventurer with a look of bloodlust flooding his eyes.
"—Levin!"
The follow-up by the sludge-bleeding man was met by a swift cut in as Bastian ducked low, pushing off his foot to take the offense for himself.
"That one again?!" Rudiger asked with a pressed smile, flipping his body back.
Bastian pursued with the swiftness of a bolt guiding his rapid steps, only to press his boot against the dry grass to bring himself to a sudden halt.
A feint, meant to grant himself but a few meters of space as he reached to his hood. Drawing a hearty breath into his lungs, he tugged the cowl over his face, vanishing without a trace.
"Hiding in the shadows? Only an amateur relies solely on his eyes on the hunt," Rudiger breathed out, "Your stench is enough–heugh!"
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