Chapter 389: The Little Wild Monster Performs a Great Service
With a single strike, the precision of Ikaruga's swordsmanship was unmistakable.
This level of skill far surpassed simply slicing Lucy's clothes. Even Erza might struggle against it.
"There is nothing I cannot cut."
Ikaruga gently returned her katana to its sheath as countless crimson feathers drifted around her like falling petals.
Had the background music been a traditional ensemble rather than Vidaldus's screeching electric guitar, the scene might've carried a strange elegance.
"Krugs, Brambleback, Blue Sentinel, Murk Wolves!" Rhodes had no time to admire her theatrics.
At his command, thorny vines burst from the sand, slithering across the beach like a nest of vipers.
Before Vidaldus and Ikaruga could react, two Krugs erupted from the ground, clamping their rocky jaws around the enemies' lower backs.
The vines rapidly climbed up their legs, binding them from the ankles to the thighs in an instant.
Two Blue Floaters, pulsing with azure light, circled behind and fired concentrated mana beams at their backs.
Four Murk Wolves—two from the flanks and two from the front—lunged for their throats with ghostly growls.