Guadua’s Gratitude

"Maybe it was a mistake to try and attack them by ourselves," Bob said as sweat rolled down his face. Deeply regretting their choice of engaging in combat against a group of werewolves with only a chicken as a companion.

"Cluck!" Lavanuk was busy flying up in the air and shooting down flames. Luckily for her, none of the werewolves had any way of attacking her from up there.

Thud~

Crash!

Bob crashed into a set a tree. He didn't get thrown by the enemy nor did he get hit by a major blow. He stumbled upon a protruding tree root and fell, making a complete fool of himself.

'Shit.'

Unlike the time where the melves made an arena for him to fully destroy, the forest was not a place where he could try and display the mysterious power. He didn't try to use the unexpectedly good combo of Sugarcoat and Flame Wing because he didn't want to burn the forest down.