First Round— Badge Fight VIII

Hmph!

Bam!

Pow!

Because this was another encounter with the wind-blade guy, Grior, Siril was confident in himself that he won't be beaten up even if there were three of them. But somehow, a few seconds later, he was already down on the ground. And Grior wasn't even attacking him with weird wind blades. It's as if he received a huge power-up in the short span of time when he escaped from them.

"Siril!" Cherry squealed, clutching her hands tight as she tried to look away from the scene. Seeing Siril all beaten up didn't make her feel any better and since Sassu hasn't taken over her body yet, she was in her usual cowardly self.

"Don't move. I can handle this." Siril heavily panted before standing up, struggling to get back on his feet.

He could tell that Grior was getting exhausted after firing such powerful wind blades that penetrated his dragon scales. But something weird happened after that—