Bab 350: EW. White space

Bianco pulled out his dagger. It was all he could do to not break his teeth by grinding them too hard.

'You piece of shit, talking about justice and mercy after riding the same horse as that vampire creature? You are just a disgusting hypocrite!'

The angry thoughts helped Bianco avoid panicking. His straights really were dire. He didn't expect the priest to be so versatile. From their first meeting, Bianco thought he was a warrior-mage type, specializing in short-range attacks and head-on confrontations.

Bianco wasn't entirely wrong, but he wasn't fully correct, either.

And now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't have time to aim his attacks properly, and he had to spend his mana and focus on warping away from the priest's whip.

Mana, which wasn't infinite. All that warping took quite a lot of it.