At Point B, the mist hovered low in the clearing, circling Lucian's boots as if it were alive. He sees glints of pale light coming through the dense canopy on the edges of his twin short swords. His gray eyes searched the dark tree line where six mercenaries were concealed.
Despite their heavy, wild bloodlust, they remained hidden and were reluctant to attack first. As he swung his swords in slow arcs, their tips slicing through the grass with a gentle swish, Lucian let out a breath, a slight smirk tugging at his lips.
"Really?" he called in a mockingly disappointed tone. "Are you simply going to lurk up there like frightened rats? Come on down and fight. Or are you guys don't have something between your legs to face me?"
A heavy thud broke the silence as a mercenary dropped from a tree, landing at the clearing's edge. His dark cloak billowed, revealing a tall, muscular frame, scars visible under worn leather armor.
