"Luminous Steps," Zane muttered as he activated his movement skill. His figure blurred, leaving behind trails of white light.
A barrage of icicle darts struck the spot where he had just been, exploding with sharp, cracking bursts.
High above, a swarm of large dragonflies screeched upon spotting him alive. They continued to spit magic-infused icicles, relentless in their assault.
Zane kept flashing across the field, his movement technique seamless, dodging every projectile.
This deadly game of chase continued for the next two minutes—yet none of their attacks landed.
Meanwhile, Zane was calmly working out a strategy.
Damn it. Why won't they just come down? Fighting flying beasts is a hassle without an aerial skill. I need to keep this in mind.
Still moving, he began taunting them aloud.
"Hey, come on, you oversized mosquitoes! Afraid of a ground-walker?"
His mocking voice echoed through the air, finally getting a reaction.
