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Koh knew what the next attack would be, too. Another powerful strike from the tail. Threatening Koh’s torso. With that in mind, he could probably endure it just fine by simply bracing himself, but why bother taking hits that he didn’t need to?

Instead, he let go of Gohvis’ shoulder in order to warp the dragon man’s position again, reorienting him into the opposite direction. From Gohvis’ perspective, it might have seemed as though Koh was teleporting around him, for that was how quickly the Dark Domain could warp the space within it.

The swing of the tail missed entirely, and now the arm holding Ettol was right in front of Koh’s face.

But wait. There was no Ettol now. The hand was empty.

Koh still didn’t hesitate to bite down, though. Gohvis deserved that much for whatever trick he’d just pulled, and while Koh chewed, he reassessed the battlefield.

Where had the Trickster been taken?

Everywhere, apparently. Koh’s senses told him of a dozen different Ettols now, scattered afield and being carried by various combatants.

Illusions, of course. Distractions.

It wouldn’t work, but it might buy them a couple seconds. Where was the real one? Even his nose couldn’t tell. Gohvis was taking that into account, too.

But Koh still knew. Not because one particular sense but because of all of them. Soul, scent, aura, and simple situational awareness. Together, they painted a clear picture for him.

Dozer had him now. Of course he did. Gohvis wouldn’t have entrusted his precious cargo to anyone else. And that further explained why Dozer was not immediately reattacking.

This presented a problem. The immovable man would have to be dealt with directly, after all.

So be it. If he insisted on obstructing the Prime Hunt, then the man had no one to blame but himself.

During these few seconds of reassessment, the Black Scourge pummeled him with a flurry of attacks, but Koh’s attention didn’t waver. He finished tearing the arm off and sent Gohvis on his way again, gulping the flesh down as he pulled Dozer back to him.

Ghostfire dotted the man’s body. Remnants of the Patrol’s harassment. Dozer had already turned the detachment to dust, and despite the flames lingering, they didn’t appear to be bothering him in the slightest.

Biting this one would be pointless, Koh felt. Even with Kallmakk’s help, his teeth would struggle to rip through Dozer’s flesh.