Red's position was exposed, not the exact position, just the direction. He didn't panic even though he might have to face six Elite Fighter Kobolds, two of them critically wounded. Even if his exact location was exposed, he was confident he could escape from them.
It was not just blind confidence; he had fought them and knew most of their skills. They could no longer catch him off guard. He would be prepared for everything.
The two Elite Kobold Fighters dashed toward where the spear came from. By the time they arrived at the tree where the spear shot from, Red was no longer there. He had already moved to a different position, six trees away from that one. A spear was in his hand as he locked on the next target.
