INSIDE the protection of his wings, Winged Tassel's eyes that were usually bent into crescent was now showing a sharp light. The red iris of his eyes showed a kind of crazed look.
This was unexpected. He didn't think that he would actually feel the need to go full power at this stage. He, at least, thought he could hold himself back until the finals. But this punk really just had to use such an annoying skill. Oh well, nothing could be done.
He didn't plan to lose here. He still wanted to fight that other elf. Preferably with that fox. Remembering the blue gem on the fox's forehead, a certain type of anticipation filled his mind.
So, he couldn't lose here.
He drank a high-grade potion to fill his depleting MP. Then, he held the hilt of his sword. It's time for a counter-attack.
