Burried
Emery's sharp gaze scanned over the three magus before him. He could feel his body itching, ready for another round.
These three magus might have won this exchange, but now Emery had roughly figured them out. Other than the fact they had high battle power, they were only able to cast Tier 3 or 4 spells. A shortcoming Emery had no hesitation to completely take advantage of.
Seeing there seemed to be nothing more for them to show him, Emery decided it was time to end the fight. Of course, he planned to do it swiftly to make sure no one ran away and let the others know about him.
As the enemy's strikes grew more frenzied, Emery focused on dodging the incoming blows, moving with a fluid grace while his flesh started to knit back together, his wounds healing at a rapid pace thanks to his [Undecaying flesh].
When he finally found the right opportunity, Emery transformed, not into his dark wolf but into his hidden [Twilight Form].