Rhys met the charge with Wind Step, dodging under the first swipe, around the second, then inside the creature's guard, where its size became a disadvantage.
The yeti tried to grab him, to use its superior strength to crush him, but Rhys was too fast now. He danced around the creature's attempts at grappling, his daggers finding vital points with precision that would have seemed impossible fifty days ago.
Finally, the yeti's movements slowed as accumulated damage caught up with it. Rhys didn't give it a chance to recover. One final thrust through the creature's throat, lightning discharging directly into its brain, and the yeti collapsed.
The steam was beginning to clear, revealing the remaining enemies.
'Stamina check,' Slyph said worriedly. 'You're at about sixty percent. The Contractee state is draining you faster than normal.'
Rhys could feel it too.
