Each strike they exchange with creature, it send
There was nothing to say.
They kept moving the creature backward.
Ten meters from the hole now.
Noah's left arm was leaving faint red marks on the stone where blood dripped from his forearm when he moved. His mana was scraped thin, barely enough left to maintain the ice coating on his blade.
Every time he pushed more out the headache doubled and he had to ease back before his concentration fractured.
Damien was breathing wrong. Not badly wrong but wrong enough that Noah could hear it when they were close together. Shallow and careful, the breath of someone managing pain actively.
The creature lunged again.
This time it went for Noah with both arms at once, an overhead motion that was designed to end the exchange rather than continue it.
The claw slashed at his stomach.
Blood spilled.
"Arrghhhhh!!" Noah scream in pain.
He had no good option.
