Reidar dragged himself behind the corpse of a Terran Bulwark.
He slumped against the stone flank of the dead elemental and fumbled for a mana potion. His fingers were numb and clumsy. He popped the cork with his teeth and downed the blue liquid. It tasted of copper and battery acid.
He gagged, but he forced it down.
On the ridge, the fight wasn't going the way he'd hoped.
Lena and Jake were fast. They were more rested than their opponent. But Mikko Viren was at Level 335, so the difference in speed wasn't that great.
It didn't help that Viren often disappeared before them using Shadow Step.
He reappeared behind Jake, his hand solidified into a claw made of shadows. Jake spun, bringing the Storm-Edge Kris up in a parry.
CLANG.
The impact threw the boy backward. His feet left the ground. Jake flew three meters before he hit the dirt. He skidded, and since his boots were carving twin furrows through the soil, the dust kicked up in a cloud around him.
