Chapter 42: Adjusting tactics
‘I’m jumping in!’
Hearing the warning, the crow changed direction at the last second, briefly confusing the wasp. Percy dashed towards it, swinging down his staff.
Still, the agile bug caught on quickly enough, dodging the telegraphed blow, before lunging forward to deliver a hit of its own. The young man flicked his hand, parrying the stinger.
SHING
Bending dangerously, the cyan weapon appeared about to snap. Percy understood by now that a quarterstaff wasn’t great against the creatures. Coming up with a better use for his pure mana was definitely something on his to-do list. That said, this wasn’t his focus right now. He stabbed forward with his other hand, the silver point just barely missing the wasp.
“Fuck! I almost got it!” he groaned.
The insect was about to counterattack, but Micky dove towards it, nearly clipping its membranous wings with his talons, engaging it into a new round.
SIGH
Activating Soul Vision, the young man looked at his new weapon again. Its shape hadn’t changed much, but it was twice as long as before. Perhaps it resembled a rapier more than it did a dagger by now.