The two weaker bandits attacked the duo, but both Nova ignored them, going straight in for the C-rank bandit, who had expected it. Just by glancing at Nova, he knew he would come for him. He senses that bloodlust emitting from Nova, that coldness that no scientist could even fathom.
The C-rank Adventurer was sweating slightly from his temple, knowing that Nova's ego felt like an immeasurable infinity. Yet, it was so refined and precise, as if it weren't really an ego, but something along the lines of ego, mimicking the true definition of ego.
Nova summoned a fresh pair of daggers, looking coldly at the C-rank bandit, as he went straight for the neck, not hesitating for a second. The C-rank bandit summoned a gust of wind to push him back in the air, then summoned another gust to hurl at Nova, which Nova carved right through, leaving the bandit slightly amused but more afraid.
