The elite leapt back to avoid the burning corpse covered in molten lava slamming right into it, and for the first time since the fight started, rohan stole the initiative outright.
He was already sprinting before the thrown body made it halfway through the air and closed the distance while the elite was preoccupied with dodging the corpse, then dove forward behind the corpse, using it as a meatshield.
The elite's eyes widened for a split moment.
Rohan's spear thrust in a straight line through the space the beast had just moved into, and though it still wasn't a perfect hit after all that, the tip carved through the elite's flank and opened a wound far deeper than anything rohan had managed to land so far.
The best yelped, actually crying out in pain for the first time.
Rohan's vicious grin returned.
"Yeah, that's more like it."
It snapped at him again in anger, abandoning some of its earlier caution, and that was exactly what Rohan had been hoping for.
