Elion blurred through them like a phantom. A spear missed his throat and scraped across his shoulder guard instead. A scythe meant for his spine caught only the edge of his cloak.
A demon's blade cut his side, but the armour hardened, dispersing the force until the wound was shallow.
A black fire spell hit his chest plate and exploded, but the Legendary set absorbed enough of the impact that he came out of the flames with only scorched fabric and a thin line of blood at his mouth.
It was like every time they thought they had him, the attack would miss by a minuscule margin. Once or twice, Maya had thought it was just a fluke, only for the same thing to happen five more times, then ten, and at that point, she could see that he was doing this intentionally.
Every single move he made seemed accidental, but it was all calculated in advance, to minimise damage while delivering deadly strikes.
