Chapter 24: Morg Camus (5)
"Aaah!"
Camus summoned fire and ice, lightning and boulders, and began pounding the ground.
Vikir narrowly avoided all of them, gradually moving closer and closer to the border with the other side of the performance hall.
"You bastard, don't run away, stick to me!"
Camus shouted, trembling. It seemed to regain some of the confidence it had lost when it was forced to close the distance.
However, the three bumps on his forehead made her look anything but cute to others.
Vikir raised his palm and tapped his forehead three times as he moved to avoid the magic.
The smirk on Vikir's face was enough to make Camus lose his cool.
"I'm not going to let you off easy, you little bastard, not even if you beg!"
As Camus took his final leap, Vikir stopped running.
And that's when Vikir's clever calculations paid off.