The forest.
In an unfamiliar terrain.
“Growl…!”
“Don’t think! Just run forward— Restia, incoming icicles…!”
“Obice!” (Barrier!)
Extending her hand towards the incoming icicles, Restia summons a giant magic circle to block them from us.
“Big brother— two leopards are coming from the right!”
“Grawr…!”
“Don’t worry, leave it to me…!”
In response towards the pouncing snow leopard, with precise timing, I shift his trajectory with my scabbard with the least effort, directing it away from grabbing onto Fenrir’s daughter.
“Grawr…!?”
It slams on the bushes nearby.
“Growl…!!!”
BAM!
With her still running forward while following the smell, Fenrir’s daughter slams the other one back to the right with her head.
“Well done…! How much longer…!?” I asked Fenrir’s daughter.
“Growl…!”
“She
