A Few Moments Ago…
"Huff Huff hahh—"
Victor huffed with ragged breaths as he barely dodged another blow from the monster clad in a Knight's Armour.
The thing moved like a nightmare given form — slow enough that you thought you had time, fast enough that by the time that thought finished, its gauntlet had already carved a trench through the cobblestones where your head used to be.
'Level 4 spells aren't touching it. Level 5 is going to drain me completely dry — and even then, I'm not sure it would do anything more than annoy it.'
Victor grimaced, weaving between the debris of what appeared to be a perfectly respectable abandoned English street, now rapidly becoming less of a street and more of a crater.
"Mariabell—" he grunted, rolling under a sweeping arm that would have separated his head from his shoulders, "—are you truly sure this is the place those two wandered off to?!"
