56 OMAKE #4

Huffing and puffing against the relentless assault of the claymore wielding enigma before me, I find myself at a lost.

This person isn't a Cultist. So why haven't any of my strikes gone through it? Why haven't any of my precise jabs maimed them yet?

Their cloak is torn and in pieces by now, and the leg I swiped at not too long ago still works despite having no feet. It is annoying.

I suppose that's how it feels when someone fights me. Except, my regeneration is based on the amount of mana I have left in store and if I'm maimed, I am physically impaired for a moment.

But this guy…nothing.

It just keeps moving on somehow.

Jumping back and away from the persistent assault, I take a moment to look past my opponent and over at the overturned carriage. Asher is there.

Looking to the left I find the bow-wielder still has its weapon trained on him. Cursing, I figure he's in the most vulnerable position since the cave.