On the sinner's right hand, that tried to grab him, was a silhouette of himself in a transparent form.
The sinner then clenched his hand and spoke in a demonic phrase. Immediately, the silhouette was instantly compressed into a tiny thumb-sized ball before it vanished.
The next moment the sinner blurred and appeared before him, with a left-hand punch while still holding something with his right hand.
The pale tribesman wanted to muster courage but then everything seemed to have vanished in a blur as he saw sharp eyes, indifferent to who he was but also ruthless toward achieving their goal.
His dragon heart almost faltered but tried to harden himself. However, the sinner was inches from him, he punched his chest that sent him flying.
A stinging pain on his chest and warm fluid flowed out, the pale man looked down and saw a small finger-sized dagger and he also noticed the sinner's hand up in the air waiting for the staff to reach him.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!