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Rejj sensed Drake’s hesitation. He laughed, “If you’re not going to attack, then I will!” Rejj jumped, pointed the spear towards Drake and lunged down. Drake jumped away, Rejj did not ease his attacks. Drake was forced to step back. Suddenly he felt a sword coming at him from behind. He leaped to his right, saw that the bandits forming the circle had their weapons ready. They were forming a cage and were preventing Drake from leaving it. Rejj laughed again, readied his spear and charged. With a wall of humans behind him, Drake was cornered. Rejj stabbed his spear, Drake twisted his waist and avoided the sharp end. It struck one of the bandits.
Drake turned to see the effect of the stab. The poor guy’s face was pale. His leather armor where the spear pierced was melted; smoke effervescence was seen. It was as if acid had been splashed around the area. Rejj pulled his spear free and faced Drake.
“How do you like that?” Rejj mocked.
“What the hell is that?” Drake asked. “Who ARE you?!?”
“Rejj Vipretounge. Element Mystic. I am a poison specialist.”
Poison. So that’s what caused the armor to melt. Drake had read about the mystic element before. The specialization differed from people to people; paralysis, stone, charm and curse were some of the effects. Of course poison was one of them too. He could not afford to be wounded by Rejj’s spear. Not even a scratch.
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