Each step the man took made the air dry. Green vomit poured out of his mouth, fell to the ground with a spat, and spewed out the stench of rotted flesh. Maggots wiggled in it, and some soon turned into flies that buzzed around the room.
Atrox shuddered inwardly. 'What type of technique is that? That's more than disgust! It's horrific!'
And then suddenly, Arvas stumbled and fell. The bone in his left leg broke with a crunch as blood burst out. Arvas grunted and twisted his neck to stare at Etan, who had gotten close to him when Lim fired his attack.
Etan had used his good-bad luck to his advantage and made Arvas break his leg. He began to approach the man slowly, holding on to his sword of glass. He still remembered how the first attack rotted into dust!
