You are reminded not to relax too much.

However, you shouldn't get distracted.

Bandit leader Dunkan quickly runs up to you and attacks you with a torch.

You barely managed to dodge the fire. The proximity of the flame is extremely unpleasant for you. It's not just the heat of the flame. From the feeling of the proximity of fire to your body, you are overcome by an extremely strong disgust, which is both physical and mental. The fire almost burned the sleeve of your camisole. You look at your enemy with anger.

You land a couple of claw strikes. But your enemy continues to swing the torch. You have to adjust the trajectory of the blows so as not to touch the flame. Disgusting flame...

What happens if the heat of the fire comes into contact with your undead body? You don’t even want to think about such a vile effect...

Dunkan is avoiding your attacks for now. You continue to circle around him. You are waiting for the most advantageous moment to attack.

Finally you rush at your enemy from behind. You want to sink your fangs into his neck. You want to drink every last drop of his blood.

Duncan was probably an experienced fighter. After all, he managed to feel something. In a split second, he was able to somersault to the right and turn around to face you. He continues to hold the torch in his left hand. In his right hand is an iron dagger. He makes a swift movement as soon as he sees your face, on which is the carnivorous grin of a terrible predator.

The dagger flies very quickly towards you. You don't have time to dodge because you are watching the torch in your opponent's hand. The mere thought that fire might touch your body provokes paranoid fear in your mind.

The tip of an iron dagger pierces your flesh. The cold iron sinks into your body between the ribs on the right side of your chest. Such a wound would be almost fatal for an ordinary human. But you don't feel anything other than a little discomfort. Almost twenty centimeters of iron inside the flesh could cause damage to internal organs, internal bleeding, and painful shock. But all this is not relevant for you. Your undead body is not subject to such weaknesses.

So you grab the hilt of the dagger with your hand and quickly remove it from the wound. There are no traces of blood on the fabric of your camisole in the area of the cut.

You say irritably: “You worthless bastard... You ruined my camisole!”

Your enemy's face turns pale with horror.

He says, “What kind of unholy monster are you!? Save me, Lord of the Waves Orlan!”

Dunkan then charges at you, waving a torch. He is clearly trying to set you on fire.

However, you do not give your enemy such an opportunity. You throw the dagger that you just removed from your wound.

The tip of the dagger pierces the bandit's chest on the left side. Judging by the heavy bleeding, you hit the heart. The torch lies next to the corpse. You look with disgust at the small flame of the torch. It’s disgusting for you to even take a step towards the flame.