Kevin's eyes were still wide in disbelief from watching Fenrir dodge his freezing assault, but he didn't have time to recover.
The moment of distraction was all Fenrir needed.
With fluid motion, Fenrir sheathed his short sword and summoned a long, sleek spear into his hands.
The air around the weapon shimmered faintly, betraying its strength. In a single, practiced motion, he launched forward, his footfalls silent and fast.
Kevin only noticed the shift when it was too late. The tip of the spear sliced into his side, bypassing his protective wards and light armor with ease.
He let out a sharp gasp and staggered back, clutching his bleeding ribs.
"Not fair. You're way too much of a cheat…"
Kevin muttered, his voice strained as he caught himself.
Fenrir didn't even look winded. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were cool and calculating.
"You're level 55, right? A little higher than me. But these levels don't matter yet."
