Final Fight: A Backup?
'His heart,' Nox thought, clenching his dagger tightly. "That's the place I need to attack... and I need to make it as deep as I can if I want this bastard to feel maximum pain, something far more intense."
As he thought about the cruelest way to kill Hendrix, his thoughts briefly drifted back to what had happened five years ago.
Nox's eyes became ablaze as he lunged in again. Though he was expending a lot of MP points to keep Phantom Cloak active, he didn't mind. With movements that almost felt imperceptible, he quickly covered the distance between him and Hendrix. A faint ripple of air announced his position just before the blade of his dagger skimmed Hendrix's arm, leaving a thin bleeding line.
"Curses!" Hendrix sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth as he felt an intense pain in his arm; his patience was slowly wearing thin.