The Mystic’s attacks were blindingly fast, and rivulets of sweat rolled down Arekon’s forehead. He started slightly as he realized his other opponent was aiming at his knees, of all places. Arekon nearly laughed. Obviously, he’s never fought a Kertere before. As the blade neared him, he quickly curled his tail under his legs, pressing it against the concrete below. Then, he jumped, clearing the swing and quickly moving his tail out of its vicinity. As he came down, he slashed at the man’s throat with his unoccupied blade.