“Yeriel!”
The beast ignored us like we were never there and rushed towards where it threw away Yeriel. The air, that calmed down a few moments ago, warped in a mad rush again, as I gritted my teeth.
There was no time. The suit started, taking its time, as I shot forth, however, I was late. Yeriel barely managed to stand after getting knocked down—which was already surprising enough—but the beast knocked her out again, flinging her away from a dozen of metres.
It didn’t seem to be done with all the violence it inflicted on her. The three-and-a-half-metre-long berserk saint beast chased after her, ignoring the fly flying around it—which was me, of course.
I would be damned if I let it go on further. I brought forth all I have, as well as all the acceleration I could get from the suit. With the humongous momentum I built, I charged, spirit force surging throughout my body—all over the lower body, towards the hills of my feet.