The Leprechaun licked the thin edge of his blade slowly, eyes fixed on that patch of broken earth he had marked as the source.
The metal tasted of iron and monster blood.
He grinned.
"Finally," he whispered.
Then he vanished.
He sprinted forward at once, boots barely touching the ground, green light trailing behind him like sparks from a firework. Tentacles burst from the soil in front of him, stabbing upward in violent arcs, but he weaved between them as if dancing through falling rain.
One slashed from the left.
He leaned to the right without even looking.
Another dropped from above.
He blinked forward, reappearing ten meters ahead.
A cluster erupted beneath his feet.
He kicked off the air itself and flipped over them, laughing mid spin.
"All your attacks are the same!" he called out, voice bright and mocking. "Long, sharp, fast. That's it?"
Three tentacles curved inward at once.
He twisted between them, coat brushing crimson edges that failed to cut him.
