The cat-and-mouse game around the well continued at its best for a good fifteen more minutes. During this time, Ramiel managed to deprive Night Walker of a few more legs, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. The monster still had too many of them to feel the loss. Of course, this was at the expense of precious mana.
The former hunter had to jump through the shadows several times to achieve at least that much, or as much. Fortunately, his anguish was coming to an end. He had had enough of playing the role of a pathetic and helpless victim. It was time for the mouse to show that he could bite.
" Together, it gives me 22... not 23... " - Ramiel muttered quietly, looking at the twin blades and then over the shoulder at the Night Walker chasing him. The monster was really stubborn to kill the man. Their grudge had turned into something more personal.
" This much should be enough... "