The ice dagger had been caught right where it was supposed to pierce the enemy. The Second Elder was watching what transpired with widened eyes.
"Die, you bastard!"
He discarded the whip in his other hand and swung a matte black dagger; nothing changed. Mel, enveloped in ice all the way to his shoulders, was catching the second weapon as well before it reached his body.
"Is this a true Elemental Martial Artist?"
The Second Elder grew infuriated as he failed to move back and forth, and the more infuriated he grew, the more ice storms washed over Mel's body.
"You are nothing but a wolf among sheep, a warrior among peasants, and a coward possessing a modicum of power among the weak.
You lived in this remote corner of the world fancying yourself a king, but it is all over. I will crush your heart under my feet, just as I did to Kasper!"
