After leaving the Evil Dragon Bar, Trissy walked down an alley with a cold expression.
After turning several corners, she slowly drew a breath and finally looked back, a sweet smile spreading across her face:
"Sir, following a lady around is hardly gentlemanly behavior, is it?"
Slow footsteps sounded not far away. Nimrod wore a cheap suit and a pure white mask. He extended his hand, drawing a silver blade across the walls and using the clutter piled on the ground to create one sealed Wall of Spirituality after another.
At the sight, Trissy's gaze visibly darkened. She pressed her right hand beneath the hem of her dress, seemingly gripping something hard.
Faint gray fog drifted from the Walls of Spirituality, then merged completely into them as though it had never appeared. Behind his pure white mask, Nimrod chuckled:
"Unfortunately, I don't consider you a lady. Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Witch?"
Trissy's breathing suddenly grew heavy. Through gritted teeth, she demanded:
"Who the hell are you!"
The instant she spoke, her body shot toward Nimrod like an arrow loosed from a bow. Cold light flashed in her hand as she went straight for his throat.
However, Nimrod reacted just as quickly-the Mystery Pryer Pathway boasted formidable mental capabilities. Generally, when someone on this Pathway failed to dodge, it was because their mind had reacted but their body had not caught up. After all, unlike the Magician Pathway, the Mystery Pryer Pathway did not have the Clown Sequence, which focused on physical enhancement.
After acquiring the Dancer's power, however, that weakness had been remedied.
Although a Dancer could not rival Sequences renowned for their physical prowess, when attacks were not overwhelming in number, their flexibility allowed them to evade the vast majority.
Nimrod bent his torso left to evade Trissy's dagger,