บท 738: SEMI-FINAL 2ND ROUND: WINGED TASSEL VS NOCTIS (III)

BECAUSE Winged Tassel was too surprised by his sudden inability to use his wings, he almost didn't notice the two daggers that were about to slice his neck and cut his head off. He barely dodged the daggers. If he was just a second late, his head would have probably flown off just now. 

Seeing this, he heard Noctis clicking his tongue. Obviously disappointed that he managed to dodge at the very last second. If those daggers even scratched him, he knew that it would be detrimental. 

He had watched the other's last two matches like a hawk watching his prey. Because of his desire to fight the other, or rather, his desire to fight the kitsune, he didn't miss any details of Noctis' matches.

Of course, the first match didn't count that much since that was fought by the kitsune. The second one was a different matter though. He didn't remove his eyes from the match from start to finish. Engraving every tiny details he could in his mind.