"Still trying to sneak attack me?"
Yang Bo wore a teasing smile as he walked over and crouched beside Loki, prodding him twice with the Scepter as though poking a turtle.
"Make a noise if you're alive."
Loki rolled over and stared up at the sky, utterly despondent. His eyes were hollow, as though he had lost his soul. That sudden bout of dizziness had made him feel as if he had nearly thrown up his brain.
Seeing Loki in this familiar state, Yang Bo glanced at the Scepter in his hand in surprise and muttered, "No, I've got the right one."
"Why does it look like this guy got whacked with the imperial gold club again?"
As he spoke, however, a smile appeared on his face.
He spun around in a flash, replacing the Scepter in his hand with the Combat Sign while drawing his void gold cleaver-the weapon with his highest attack power-with his other hand.
Clang...
Metal struck metal. Loki stood behind Yang Bo, holding a short metal dagger. Who knew when he had slipped over there?
"Urgh..."
With a muffled groan of pain, Loki felt agony shoot through his entire body, as though someone had stabbed him several times in different places.
"Still trying to play dirty? I'm going to make sure you learn your lesson today."
Yang Bo sneered at Loki, put away his cleaver, and slammed the Combat Sign down on his head.
Thud...
The somewhat muffled sound proved Loki's head wasn't hollow. Loki had taken reflected damage from double Thorns, and Yang Bo had now disabled numerical damage for almost everything. Even with a Frost Giant's constitution, Loki couldn't recover anytime soon.
"So you like sneak attacks, huh?"
Thud... thud... thud...
Yang Bo struck Loki once with every sentence. Eventually, Kaecilius couldn't bear