S-Rank Snow Dungeon
BOOOMMMM!
Ambrose was sent flying by yet another blast from the S-Rank fox beast. He skidded backwards through the snow, rooting Grave Keeper's shaft to keep him grounded.
'This thing is hella tough for an S-Rank beast.'
A thick cloud of smoke and snow from the explosion obscured visibility for hundreds of meters. But he didn't need sight to know the beast was already upon him.
SLASH!
He blocked a claw slash aimed at his face, hands white-knuckling his scythe. Another slash came for his side, but he blocked that too.
In a flash, the beast began hitting him with more—easily five strikes per second. Ambrose blocked each one, grin widening as the burn in his chest coiled tighter.
His mouth opened.
A torrent of blue flames exploded out of his throat, simultaneously propelling him off the ground and disorienting the beast for a beat.
The fox's six tails curled instinctively, a force bubble of pure blue energy protecting it from most of the burns.
