The beastkin charged forward, undeterred by his wounds. His spear shot out like a blur, but Lugh was ready.
Reading the future projections, he ducked low, driving forward on his heel. In one fluid motion, he pulled out Dain, the enchanted dagger, and slashed.
The blade cut true, but the wound it left was little more than a thin red line against the reinforced skin.
'Damn'
His opponent had already regained his footing. Lugh already closed the distance, making the spear less effective, but the beastkin didn't need weapons to kill.
A hand lashed out, black claws glinting in the dim light as they whistled through the air, aimed at his throat.
A rifle cracked.
Lugh's puppet had fired with pinpoint accuracy. The force of the bullet sent the beastkin's arm recoiling backward, sparing him a grisly fate.
Seizing the brief opening, Lugh drew his invisible blade, slashing from top to bottom in a downward arc, his movements fluid.
This time, there was blood.
