Looking at the bomb at his feet, Capricorn's expression changed wildly, "Dog thing, no respect for the martial code" seven characters flashed through Capricorn's mind.
No time to think more!
No time to condemn Tom's despicable behavior either.
Capricorn made a fierce lunge, rolling to the side.
The standard donkey roll showed just how desperate Capricorn was to survive, how urgent it was.
The next second!
"Boom" a loud noise.
Where Capricorn had just been standing, there was now a three-meter-wide crater, and Capricorn's two long, lamentably fine legs, were slashed with blood from the shrapnel, but luckily his movements were quick enough to be merely cut, and he hadn't been hit in any vital blood vessels.
Capricorn's defenses were utterly broken.
Dragging his bloody legs, he shakily got up from the ground and pointed at Tom, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a single word.