"Kehehe…Got you, pretty one…"
The long-armed figure continued to laugh, letting his tongue hang out as it dropped down, salivating in an abhorrent delight.
"Xiaodan!" He yelled out.
"--I can't get my foot out!" Xiaodan called out, glancing back.
Shit…! He thought.
Against his better judgment, he placed Eunji down carefully against the wall before drawing his daggers, rushing in to assist his comrade.
Even though he was charging towards the lanky, tongue-hanging man with his daggers drawn back for a strike, the player killer didn't flinch–shifting his eyeless gaze towards him as if welcoming the attempt.
"Come on…!" The maddened invader taunted him.
He gritted his teeth and closed the distance, swiping the sharp edge of his black-steel dagger against the man's throat.
Splash.
There was no solid connection; as if swiping his weapon through water, there was no damage done, and no impact felt.
"What the…!?" He let out.