Shield Attack

Wizard Cliff didn't know what lance the spiritual guardian knight captain was holding, but he knew that it must be some sort of magical weapon. He was facing Abel, after all. There was no such thing as "too careful" when fighting against a grandmaster blacksmith.

There was a white flame ball and Johnson's giant blade. If Wizard Cliff tried to escape from the spiritual guardian knight's lance, he would have to take even more hits than he could. He had to run, but how?

Run. That's all Wizard Cliff could think of. As long as he could run away, he could always find different ways to get revenge on Abel. In a very short span of time, his thoughts went from fighting Abel on his own, making an escape, taking down his summoned creatures, and now, it was to make an escape to regroup with the people he knew.