Stelios looked up at Rex, grinning, totally unfazed.
Despite the sudden, explosive movement that made him look like he was teleporting, he was unfazed.
It's almost as if he were really confident that nothing Rex does could harm him.
He turned to the side—and walked away with deliberate slowness, making the fatal mistake of showing his back to a Werewolf, but he didn't care. "For someone who hasn't even landed a single strike on me, you sure talk the talk."
A good opportunity to strike from behind wouldn't come often in this fight.
But Rex didn't attack.
The Slash of Destiny severed his anger, and he has to mend it properly—using the weaver of madness skill once wouldn't be enough. He closed his eyes, using the skill repeatedly to push his anger higher— and higher to the point its string was too thick to slice.
Stelios kept walking away, hands on his back.
He could feel the gradual surge of power coming from Rex, but he wasn't concerned.
