He didn't take the hit.
He twisted away at the last minute and the werewolf's hand slammed into the ground, shattering the stones and sending cracks running.
"...ah fuck! I've underestimated the power of a stage above. If not for the Dragon's body that I have, then things would have turned even more ugly! I wish he's like that academic old Magus!..."
"Oh? Why are you running? I thought you said you are going to take care of me? Well, come on! Fight me! Don't run like the rat that you are!"
Vacuse grimaced.
Indeed, the level in power isn't easily crossed. He thought about calling his void creature but he quickly decided against it. Even now his creature was fighting two third circle at the same time and he had already lost the element of surprise.
Shouldn't the master be able to take care of just one then?
"I'm only getting a feel of the battlefield, you dog! Why are you in such a hurry to die anyway? It's not like death is not coming to you!"
