77 Power Over The Dead

'If that Territory is full of Corrupted Dark Elves, I can't take too long against this guy.'

Mark shifted his center of gravity forward.

'He's quick, but lacks strength. Which is why he couldn't gravely injure me...'

As soon as Mark started moving, the Corrupted Dark Elf moved its arms.

Mark swiftly bent his body to dodge the two daggers that had been thrown.

'Fine. Let's do it your way.'

Once he arrived in front of the enemy, Mark raised both arms up.

Even though those strong arms were about to get slammed on the Corrupted Dark Elf's shoulders, the latter did not raise its arms defensively.

It didn't move.

Yet, a smirk appeared on its face.

To the open palms next to its sides, the thrown daggers came back.

Pierce-

Grab-

'Got you.'

Just as the daggers entered his stomach, Mark grabbed the Corrupted Dark Elf's wrists.

"RGHHHAAA!"