Like observing a predator that you knew was coming for you specifically.
Klein sent his lion forward too with determined expression despite the fear.
If he was going to lose, and he was, he'd at least test himself against the best.
The lion in its golden glory, mane flowing… looked so small compared to the nightmare of legs and chitin facing it.
There was no point in waiting for opportunity. No tactic Klein could employ that would change the inevitable outcome he faced.
Only option remaining was giving his best effort and hoping to last long enough to not be completely humiliated in front of everyone.
The Deep Terror stopped charging in response.
It remained motionless in position at seeing Klein's beast attacking without fear.
The lion roared… Useless
Klein ordered the lion to manifest light for the blinding counter.
But the Deep Terror was mostly blind already, feeling the vibrations in the air and ground.
Phantom claws… blocked by the way stronger legs armor.
