Kapitel 417: Gutless Cur

Doevm strode out of the flames; His expression was calm despite the battle unfolding around him, like the eye of a storm. 'Give artifacts to those who can use them, and you can make anyone dangerous,' he thought. 'For example, being trapped within a barrier gives one time to think.'

Doevm glanced up at the descending arrows, flicked his wrist, and sent them flying back with an arcane gale. 'As expected, they aren't switching tactics,' he thought. 'The only thing they've done is throw artifacts at us. It's as if they know we're stronger than them.'

Doevm followed on his suspicion by funneling his mana into an expanding, red membrane, which outlined the invisible enemies. Despite the momentum he was building, he cursed. 'Only amateurs get caught by that,' he thought. 'Amateurs aren't this coordinated, nor are they able to afford a barrier. They must be working for someone who knows that they'll fail. We're dealing with scouts!'