Chapter 29: Ch 29: Moon’s Cavern- Part 3
The longer the fight dragged on, the more Fenrir felt the strain tearing through his limbs. His breathing was starting to grow ragged, and every swing of the staff was slower than the last.
Betty, on the other hand, looked like she was just getting started.
Her movements remained sharp and fluid, not a single bead of sweat on her brow. She smiled between strikes, as if this was nothing more than a pleasant evening stroll.
'Damn it. I should've brewed a stamina potion. That was a rookie mistake.'
Fenrir cursed internally.
He adjusted his footing and blocked another swipe of her claws, but the impact jarred his arms more than it should have.
The speed buff from his staff was helping him keep up—for now—but it wouldn't be enough forever. If this kept going, he'd drop before she even began to tire.
His eyes darted around the dungeon corridor. The path he'd taken was winding, but he remembered enough to get back to the others.
It was risky, but it was his only shot. He wouldn't be able to win in a prolonged fight—not against someone like her.
If he could just get close enough to the group again, she'd be forced to back off.
Even Betty couldn't go on a rampage in front of so many witnesses... probably.