"Tch," A disgruntled expression appeared on Quinn's face as he tore himself out of the wall and stared at Nolan, who was also just emerging from it.
For the second time now, his face had been smacked by Nolan, and he wasn't finding it entertaining any longer.
The little prey which he ought to absolute dominate and make him beg had smashed his face in twice.
Perhaps, it was time to stop the rubbish and just finish this already in one strike.
Who knows what could happen if he delayed even more?
"Hecate Descent Skills!" Quinn suddenly called out, as Nolan's eyes flashed and his grip on the dagger tightened.
The battle was now moving beyond the boundary of physicality and entering the Descent skills stage.
With narrowed eyes, Nolan watched as Quinn slowly stretched his claws toward him.