Bab 352: Hunter Exam: Theatre of War, VIII

They weren't just surrounded, they were overwhelmed as well. The ratio was 1:20, for everyone candidate was 20 Kruka-toas and that wasn't included the eight orange-striped humanoids that played the Were candidate in a matter of seconds.

Ned counted 9 candidates, behind, 10 including him. The two from the first cage were dead already, and the female mage was unable to fight as she was losing blood faster than Ned expected from her right leg. She was pale as a ghost, a cliche he often heard but was the only one he could think of.

Ned gripped the Krisalix on his right hand, he smiled thinking that buying a sword was the right decision at all. But thinking that the revolver would suit best at this situation, she barely shrugged his shoulder. He was going all out this time with the Zephyr spell chains illuminating on his left wrists, but the black hunter he was wearing piped inside was long sleeves that barely shows the light of the spell.