"Let's dance," Nova said, as the rest of the group thought of him as a suicidal maniac.
Nova engaged in combat instantly, unsheathing his daggers and summoning another weapon, a bow and arrow. He threw his daggers in the air, as he lined up the bow and shot the Absyalling, though the Absyalling didn't flinch.
The rest of the group backed up slightly and walked silently on the flank, as the Absyalling didn't even look at them, too consumed by its hunger to dissolve Nova into smitherins. Nova didn't mind it, knowing that even if he really died, he would be alive, though he would have to restart his mortal journey from scratch, which would be a pain.
