"Did that bastard just ditch me?!" Denille barked as she sensed from the arrow that was lodged into Skullius, that he was getting further and further away from her!
The nerve!
Her natural instinct was to follow and bash Skullius' head in, but the battle instinct forged after years of combat and honing her skills immediately alarmed her of the danger that she was currently up against!
One wrong move could lead to a disaster even though she had noted that this creature basically didn't attack without being attacked first. Well, for the most part.
The humanoid stood motionlessly, its figure looking to have many openings, but Denille knew better, or rather, she was beginning to understand what was going on with it.
First though...