"YOU LITTLE SHIT," the archer roared, firing an arrow at Leon, which he avoided with a casual sidestep.
"Goddamn it," the elf leader groaned, his sword trembling with rage, "Its Celestial."
"H-Holy shit, you're right, its him!" the priest stammered, his confidence evaporating.
"Its our chance to fuck him up, that guy's been getting too cocky, and he's alone!"
The three elves got their weapons ready, eager to destroy the person before them and reclaim their stolen kill.
"AND MORE THAN ANYTHING," the priest shouted as he lifted his staff, ready to use his spells on his companions to buff them, "THAT FUCKER STOLE OUR KILL—"
SLASH!
This time, it wasn't Leon, as he hadn't moved from his position, but the after-image of three massive claws erupted on the priest as he was cut, his body dropping to the ground before he could finish his sentence.
