บท 57: Rooftop Chase

I've had enough of you! He thought.

He pointed his staff down towards the hazel-haired slingshot-wielder, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine as he coalesced the loose stone in the surrounding area into balls of rock, gathering them around himself before shooting them towards the stocky thug.

It was thanks to his recent level ups, reaching "Level Four" that combat felt much more natural for him.

"No, no–! Gah!" The thug pleaded.

As the small, squeaky-voiced thug dropped his slingshot, he was met with a swift barrage of tennis-ball sized rocks that shot against him with non-lethal, but certainly painful aggression, knocking him out on the spot.

"...Magic without words?" The girl muttered, witnessing this.

The only conscious member of the trio of thugs clicked his tongue, flipping his curved knife around as he looked up at the airborne, blonde-and-black haired boy with his cat-like eyes.

"You bastard! You're going to pay for that-!" The lanky man hissed out.