Percy examined the human hunter. The man was wrapped in baggy black clothes, his face was covered with a cloth mask, only his eyes could be seen, and they were painted in black paint.
He couldn't see any weapons under the man's clothes, but he couldn't be sure with such baggy clothes. There could also be other people hiding in the dark.
"All that's left is just you," Percy said quietly to gauge his reaction.
The hunter's eyes narrowed, but he didn't glance in any direction. But was that really a sign that he was alone? Percy reserved any judgment and glanced at the Spellbolt on the ground a few meters away.
The hunter also saw his eyes turn towards the weapon and inched forward, gripping his dagger tightly. Percy smiled softly and waved the man forward.
"Don't worry, I won't go for it."
Without a second thought the hunter launched himself at Percy, dagger reaching towards his liver. But he jumped out of the way then dodged another jab at his throat.
