Arthur grabbed the claws, and the shockwaves burst outward like a huge gale, able to toss a human being like a leaf in the storm. But it didn't faze others around him.
To them, this was as light as a slightly rough wind, yet their faces were all grim, especially Arthur, whose eyes trembled as he saw that the man who attacked him was actually his close friend, whose dragon's major factor was healing and invisibility.
"I see…" Arthur's eyes darted to his left, to the group of people approaching them. They all wore black cloaks, covering their heads to their feet.
Leading them was a woman with one of the most perfect shapes Arthur had ever seen, not too busty, not too slim, just perfect, and with a captivating charm that rubbed Arthur the wrong way.
It made his face harden.
Her hood was down, revealing her face, partly covered by a nose mask, yet she was still strikingly alluring. Such looks could only mean one thing.
