An Important Villain

That Type of People, the Strays

Ian was less than five steps away when he realised he miscalculated. The amount of mana Arthur was releasing was astronomical. He had no way of closing the distance without getting badly injured. It would be considered lucky if all his limbs stayed intact. He kept cursing(Arthur) internally as he took a step forward.

Slice.

Ian heard the sound of something getting cut smoothly, following a severe pain in his left leg. There was a cut the size of an adults palm in his thigh. Blood poured out and wet his clothes. Ian clenched his teeth to not make any sound and looked forward once again.

One step, two step, three step. When he was finally behind Arthur, his hands and legs had more cuts compared to before and the blood pooled around his feet.

'How do I have so much blood?!'

Ian was thinking stupid things even at a moment like this. When he was just a step away from Arthur, he stopped, covered his left hand with wind, layer by layer