Toe-to-toe

Before Napond could continue to speak, Ned redirected the Guulvorg away from Napond.

Napond was a Gold Rank Hunter, bald just like his wits; he doesn't have the proper muscles to smile. He was somewhat bulky with his armor. Shining bluish armor, he might be from a fortunate House. But now, he was lying on the ground. Conscious he may be, but he was looking like his soul left him with his skin paling.

Ned dashed to his left, leaving Windlance in his wake, and hit the head of the Guulvorg with nothing but a smirk it shows Ned.

What have you given it, Thirteen? Ned thought to the man long gone.

Under his display were digits under the beast's furry belly and chest, and neck, all pointing at its glowing red eyes.

"Tss!" Ned said. Its movements were not supposed to be that quick judging from its size. It was like a giant, but faster and agile.

Ned's Mana was dwindling at less than 400. Fighting and conserving he must.

But why would he?