[!!]
"Wha—"
As Hank finally pushed through the veil of smoke, his eyes met a storm of fast-moving projectiles flooding his entire field of vision.
His stance was wrong, too awkward to dodge, too compromised to parry. No—even if he managed to deflect one or two, what about the rest?
In a heartbeat, his life flashed before his eyes. It wasn't the first time, in all his years as an Adventurer, brushing against death had become routine, a common occurrence.
But surely this time he would—
[Die… I'm going to die.]
That thought echoed in his mind.
Crack!
One of the gelatinous droplets tore through the space between his right shoulder and breast, punching a gaping hole clean through it, as effortlessly as a flame would through a sponge. It was only a fraction of a second before his body would be carved apart, reduced to little more than perforated flesh.
But...
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
