Droven staggered back, clutching his arm.
Velra's venom had already begun to sink into his veins.
His breathing was sharp and uneven, twisting his face.
"Poisoned me…?"
"You think I'm scared of a little sting?"
Velra landed lightly in front of him.
Her eyes never left his.
"No," she said coldly.
"I think you're the easiest one to break."
Droven raised his blade, swaying slightly.
"I'll gut you before it spreads—"
She vanished—Quick Step.
In a blink, she was behind him.
A Spinning Kick slammed into his lower back.
A faint Venom Trace glowed in the air where her foot had passed.
Droven hit the ground with a grunt.
He rolled, trying to rise, but his body already felt heavier.
"Why are my legs… so slow…?"
Velra didn't answer.
She just circled him like a predator.
Every step she took left behind arcs of Blade Trace and faint shocks from Shock Trace.
He swung blindly.
She danced past it, almost playful now.
"Not used to your body failing you?"
Droven growled.
