"Fuck it!" The man rushes up. "I don't have time to waste! Whatever it is, I will destroy it!" He rushes forward.
Legion stands there with his back to them, his head down. He can't see anything; there is only darkness all around him, but he hears him. With each breath he took, the beating of his heart and the orcs, his footsteps, he can hear it all.
He's coming, if I move to the left I should evade.
He waits until he senses him closer and moving to the side he evades it, and remembering his little trick, he drops back at once avoiding his slash.
[Soul count: O]
He hears the system clearly and even the approaching footsteps.
Move.
With a swift, silent twist, Legion shifts to the right, avoiding the strike. The man stumbles, his frustration radiating in furious breaths, heavy and ragged. Legion can feel his rage—a hot, pulsing thing—fueling his every clumsy motion.
