"You know, these clothes are new."
A heavy voice was heard, it was a sound full of malice, hate, loathing. The joy of obtaining boring yet new garb was something Bob just recently acquired, only to be destroyed without seeing the next day.
"Look at this dude, talking like some edgy character," the dagger-user said as he turned his head to look at his friends. However, he was panicking in his head as he didn't expect that a player who wasn't wearing armor would survive more than a few hits.
STAB!
Due to dividing his attention, Bob took the opportunity and struck. Using the weight of his entire body, he used a technique he learned from Martel, maximizing the damage output of his stab.
[Critical Hit!]