Moon drove the dagger down into the assassin's knee.
~SHRRK~
The blade punched through cartilage and bone. Purple lightning flooded the wound instantly, the soul-scarring current ripping through the joint and the leg connected to it.
"AAAAAARRGHHH!"
The assassin's leg buckled beneath him, the destroyed knee unable to support his weight.
Moon ripped the dagger out and stepped back, putting distance between them again.
The wound wouldn't kill the man. A destroyed knee could be ignored for some time by someone of his strength. But it would cripple his combat effectiveness for the rest of this fight. His speed had been one of his greatest assets, and Moon had just taken it away.
The assassin writhed on the ground, his face twisted between agony and that broken, lunatic grin that refused to fade before standing up once again.
"You... you tricked me." He gasped, his voice hoarse. "Pretty mage tricked me... oh, oh, that was good. That was so good. So clever..."
