World's Strike (3)
''Spellcaster…'' Isaac's mouth curved upwards. He had always wanted to test other classes.
The Swordsman didn't interest him, but Spellcaster was whole another deal. Beside other Shooter classes, Spellcaster was the one he wanted to test most.
Swoosh!
A puppet left the forest. The puppet was noticeably different. The rusty dagger had vanished, replaced by an iron dagger.
The puppet's body was covered by a hallow armor. It was worse than iron armor but was better than nothing at all.
Isaac spun the cane around and pointed it at the puppet. However, he wasn't sure what to do. The fire kept flickering like it was telling Isaac what to do.
But, it would be crazy to think that he could understand what fire was telling. Isaac now understood his plight. Without knowing how to cast spells would be almost impossible to survive!
The puppet raised the dagger over his head. After reaching optimal striking distance, he swung it down. The arm was extended forward.