The mage's gaze. Enkrid looked into the eyes of his opponent, Letsha.
‘Mages have eyes, too.’
They have noses and mouths. They're human, is what I mean.
"All humans have reflexive actions."
Jacksen's teachings came to mind again. Something he had prepared for just this. Enkrid just needed to stop the fiercely whipping rose vines for a moment.
The means to do so. A hidden move. Something he had attempted several times in the 'todays' he had lived so far.
Meaning, he had practiced enough. What mattered was the timing.
So, now.
While blocking and dodging with the sword in his left hand, a rose vine struck him squarely above his left wrist. The surface of the leather gauntlet he got from the corpse‑loving sewer rat was torn to shreds. At that moment, Enkrid shot his right hand up.
At that gesture, Letsha’s eyebrows twitched. He had shown her he could throw weapons several times, so it was a natural reaction. Letsha judged that it wouldn't be a problem no matter what he threw.
Weren't she surrounded by a spell barrier that could block most physical force? As she let her guard down, a stone flew toward her instead of a dagger. It was a thin orb that resembled a crystal.
Flash!