Chapter 77: Wererat (1/2)

Leonel's expression continually flickered.

He quickly sent a glance toward where he had left their jeep, but what he saw left his expression twisted.

Before, he hadn't dared to take his eyes off of the enemy, so aside from observing the six men, he had done nothing else. However, when he saw that Aina's ax had been taken by that man, he had a bad premonition. It turned out that that bad premonition had been correct.

The vehicle was too well armored to be completely destroyed from the outside, but judging by the fact its hood was currently opened, it didn't take a genius to know that there was no chance of it starting up.

Just like that, one of Leonel's escape routes was dashed.

'Not all hope is lost. I don't believe that they were able to get here so quickly using their legs.'

Leonel was going to continue scanning the edge of the large crater to find what exactly the six had used to get here, but he suddenly felt his spine tingle.

Without hesitation, he ducked and rolled, barely managing to dodge a claw whipping toward the back of his neck.

The dust from the ground had hardly clung to his rolling body when a powerful kick swept from the werecheetah.

Leonel could only contort his body, barely blocking with his dented shield.

The kick sent him tumbling, skidding across the ground filled with rubble almost like a tumbleweed.

The exchange was quick, but the eyes of the weremen lit up. Before, Leonel was like an insurmountable mountain to them, but he had suddenly become… human? How could they not take advantage of this?

”Quickly, before those damned Invalids get here. His ability must have a timer that ran out, this is our best chance!”

The werehyena's speech sounded like cobbled growls and was hardly discernible. But, the werecheetah seemed to understand him, his power legs vibrating with power before he crouched and shot forward. Only the wererat stayed behind, his beady eyes narrowed.

Leonel launched himself up, but quickly found himself on the back foot. Even the weakest of his senses, his eyes, was still far more powerful than the normal person. Not to mention realizing the trajectory of the attacks being launched at him, they even seemed slow in Leonel's eyes.

But every time, his body would be too slow to react. Like this, the spear that had once carried a foreboding of murder and blood became a normal stick that could only be used to block. In fact, if it wasn't for Leonel's dented shield, his spear would have been snapped in half a long time ago.

Leonel felt exasperated. Hadn't he just killed two of them with absolute ease? Why was it suddenly so difficult?

'… I thought I had great battle experience, but that's no more than a joke.'

Leonel was continually pushed backward, his heart growing a bit anxious. He couldn't even remember the last time he launched an attack.

In the distance, the wererat's gaze turned toward the battle between Aina and the werewolf. Before, it had been one of incomparable ease for Aina, but now that her opponent was using Force while she was repressing her own, even she was forced to take him more seriously.