Though his mana had not fully recovered from his attack on Drupus yet, Xorran was able to draw some and attack Salem using his fist. His attacks were swift, fast and strong but Salem had effortlessly dodged them, teleporting here and there while munching his fruit, completely unbothered.
Salem moved like a shadow, slipping past every blow with ease. One moment he was there, the next he wasn’t, reappearing a few steps away as if the attacks had never threatened him at all. Even as Xorran pressed on, refusing to stop, Salem remained completely unharmed. He was only casually eating. As if this was all just entertainment.
“Don’t be mad at me,” Salem said between bites, his tone light and playful. “He initiated it.”
Xorran’s movements faltered for a fraction of a second.
And that was all Sa
