Vargan took a deep breath.
His chest rose and fell like a drum, and he could still feel the wind rushing past his ears from being thrown.
'How did he manage to throw me like that?' he thought with a dazed look on his face.
He was bigger than his lord… far much bigger.
He had broader shoulders, heavier bones, and was easily triple the man's weight.
Despite all that, Azel had picked him up like a stick and hurled him into battle without breaking a sweat.
It didn't make sense.
But there was no time to think.
The Marrowcruncher bear in front of him was rampaging, still chasing the hunter in circles.
Each step made the dirt shake, and the terrified hunter screamed for his life as he continued running.
Vargan gritted his teeth, muscles tensing as he tore forward.
The wind around him howled, and he leapt onto the bear's back, his claws digging deep into its flesh.
"Get away from him!" he roared, twisting his whole body.
