Capítulo 452: Helping
Tycondrius stared up at the Dread Mage, struggling in mid-air.
With a wave of Zenon Skyreaper's hand, the ghostly human rocketed skyward towards the tall Dungeon ceiling.
High above, the silver-haired Holy Lancer, Tanamar, hovered on wings of light... He rotated his body, increasing in rotational speed, spinning like... a top. The mage collided with the whirling blur, struck in the shoulder by the footman's holy lance. He spiraled back downward at a sharp angle, the velocity no less than a moment prior.
Tycon sighed internally, changing his direction... trying to judge where exactly the mage would land. If the fellow wasn't already dead, then he'd finish him off with a slash of his Sword of Venom.
"I GOT IT!!!" Sorina Capulet yelled.
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CouchSurfingDragon
CouchSurfingDragon Ah, here we are... back again: Sol Invictus tactics. Arrogant. Domineering. Brutal and without mercy. Flashy and over-the-top at the cost of personal safety. Yet as foolish as it tends to be, I will never be surprised.
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