Snakespear roared. Losing two companions was hard to imagine — especially when they were friends who had trusted him till the end. As the party leader, he grew emotional, and in that moment, he became blinded by rage.
Dexter parried all of Snakespear's attacks with his dagger, his black cloak flapping wildly in the sandy wind. Somehow, he even dodged the arrows raining down on him, slipping through the gaps between their trajectories.
Multi-tasking was as easy as breathing for Dexter. Once a pro with uncanny gaming instincts, he now perceived everything around him in slow motion — especially when hyper-focused. He could see the Mage's spellcasting, track the Archer's aim, and deflect Snakespear's relentless strikes — all while devising a plan to eliminate them one by one.
Some might call it impossible. But for Dexter, it was effortless. So effortless that even the best pros had feared him in his prime.
