Myles didn't slow down after he killed the elite down. The moment the man's body hit the ground he had already moved again. His two blades killed through the nearest enemies with the same relentless precision as before.
His steps carried him deeper into the battlefield, but his mind no longer focused only on the immediate fight. A thought formed clearly as he continued cutting through another opponent after another. His movements never break rhythm.
"The other elites must've seen that…"
The realization settled heavily in his mind as Fangblade carved through a man's neck and Noctiryx dagger followed through another man's ribs without pause.
"They'll come for me next. That's not good."
It wasn't fear that shaped that thought. It was a calculation. Facing multiple elites at once wouldn't prove anything. It would only waste time, and time was the one thing he didn't have right now. Red still stood at the center of everything, growing stronger by the second.
