The wind picked up significantly, howling into his ears. Run as fast as you can.
His scattered blonde hair fluttered over his eyes, but he never relied on them much. He fixed his eyes on Peter Cross, activating both [Targeting] and [Reading].
The man was painfully thin and horribly scarred, burnt, and even flayed. But his previously tiny flame of mana was surging, and his black, dead eyes grew madder by the second.
Behind Lucen, Aya raised her Arcia staff. Her shiny black hair whipped behind her, and she met Lucen's gaze for a second before her mana flared.
Lucen shot towards Peter in a burst, his spear and body low to the ground. Peter swung his body and golden spear in a deadly arc. Lucen launched himself over the spear and let his spear stab at Peter's throat.
The man lurched out of the way, half-stumbling. Lucen landed and attacked again. He deflected Peter's wide attacks and ripped his spear up in a rising slash.
