Phantom howl

Alastor rolled over as the enemy tried to graze him with its claws. The shadow leap back to the forest its green eyes flashes before it disappeared in the darkness. Glox chanted a physical barrier magic to raise his defense. Glox and Alastor stand and lean each other’s backs.

They’ve been repeating this tactic for ten minutes. Neither of them has shown fatigue.

“You have any idea what it is?” Glox asked as his eyes remained scanning within his sight.

“Nope. This is a new one for me.”

“Pharax? Kalisas?” Alastor thought.

“How the hell can you not know about this?” asked Glox.

“I’m not a damn book!” Alastor shouted as he grips his sword and saw the monster’s green eyes flashes in the dark. “It’s in front of me!” He shouted.

Glox rolled sideward at Alastor right side and twisted around, prepared his knife.