[-2] [-1] [-1] [-4]
John adjusted his stance, his eyes narrowing as he analysed the combat data in real-time. He turned his head to monitor the team's progress, and a surge of satisfaction washed over him.
His plan was holding up. The old goblin sword he had gifted Ricky was performing far beyond the capabilities of the sword the latter had been using before.
Ricky lunged, his movements still somewhat stiff from the attribute suppression, but the blade in his hand made up for the lack of trust he had in himself. He drove the point of the short sword into the Fog Seeker's flank.
A bright [-2] popped into existence above the creature's head. Almost instantly, the bleeding effect kicked in. Every passing second, a steady [-1] trailed behind it, a constant erosion of the creature's life force.
