Timeout

'Fire Magic, Bone Magic, Ice Magic, Wind Blast, Thunderbolt, physical attacks...'  The Monster thought.

Staggered, his body swayed from side to side.

"Giving up already? Two exchanges left."

"I'm throwing everything I have at him... And nothing seems to show any effect..." Mark whispered to himself.

"Devouring the Wolves might increase your Agility and Stealth. Maybe even give you useful Skills. The other Underlings could also-"

"Shut up." Mark interrupted.

A dark liquid seemed to ooze out of his left palm.

"You really don't like taking the easy way out, do you?"

The dark liquid turned into a spear.

"Or perhaps, this..."

Mark ran towards the enemy, Dark Corrupting Spear in hand.

"Is you taking the easy way out."

Zephyr brought his weapon in front of him.

"You don't mean to challenge me to a spear fight, do you?"

A dozen meters separated the two.

"Weapons aren't a Monster's-"