Thirty feet became twenty. Twenty became ten.
The soldier glanced back, saw Marcus gaining, and put on a desperate burst of speed.
Not enough.
Marcus threw Dagon.
The short sword spun through the air and took the soldier in the back of the leg. He went down hard, tumbling across the dirt road with a scream of pain.
Marcus materialized Dagon back into his hand and walked up to the fallen soldier. The man was clutching his leg, blood pouring between his fingers, face twisted in agony.
"Please…" The soldier's hand reached out.
"Please, I have a family, I—"
Marcus drove Dagon through his chest.
[+20 CURRENCY]
[STATS INCREASED][STR: 26 → 27][SPD: 35 → 36]
Marcus pulled Dagon free and stood, looking down at the body. Six Ashfang soldiers. All dead.
"Woah." The thought came unbidden. "Killing humans gives exp. Who would've guessed."
