It had happened so quickly.
Silas barely remembered the moments leading to the deep gash appearing on his chest, the events flitting past his mind as if it was a ghost of something that had never happened, not entirely real.
What was real though, was the pain from the cut.
A little too real maybe, because he couldn't exactly suppress the pained scream that tore out of his mouth.
It was around 3 seconds earlier when it started.
Gareth had moved first, heading in a straight line towards where the mantis was, no doubt anticipating a direct clash. The rest of the party had followed through, Yura taking cover in the bushes, Antonio disappearing into the trees, and the mages casting a protective barrier around the lair to stop any kind of interference.
Silas had only noticed the absence of the mantis after it was gone.
He glanced at Gareth first, his immediate thought being that it was trying to catch their captain off-guard.
