"Get up," Nova whispered to himself. "Get the fuck up, Nova. For Lunaris, get up."
Nova pushed himself up, summoning his daggers and his special collapse glaive. He clenched the glaive through his teeth and used the daggers to crisscross slash at the GrimeFlayer's foot.
The GrimeFlayer screeched in agony as Nova finally found his footing. Nova was composed but slightly irate. He despawned his daggers, then used the collapse glaive to finish off the GrimeFlayer, killing it in a single hit.
Then, as the GrimeFlayer turned to ashes, the others, in unison, attacked him. He sheathed his glaive and summoned his daggers once again, ducking and dodging all the incoming GrimeFlayers.
He didn't blink, he didn't twitch nervously, he was fully in the zone, ready to turn the GrimeFlayer into mince meat, which he probably would eat and finish in a week.
