Chapter 416: Swatting Flies
Ferro felt the wind knocked out of him as he found himself flying backward and into a chunk of the rock that Malz had destroyed. Something automatically protected his body from the impact, but not his head as stars burst into his vision.
Instinctively he tried to land on his feet, only to feel something sprain in his right ankle as he hit the ground.
The bullkin continued his rush attack as Ferro recovered, barely spotting the attackers going for Malz and Anko before he was forced to duck and roll as an iron club the size of his body beat the air above him with a whumf sound.
Manasight let him recognize the man was a strong enhancer with an orange aura, which spelled Ferro’s doom as he knew he stood no chance in a physical contest. The bullkin kicked backward as Ferro tried to recover, knocking him onto his back where he rolled to avoid the next series of thunderous club strikes that cracked the rock.
He kicked off the ground after the fourth strike, activating flight for a brief moment to reorient himself before he fired off a pair of ice bolts at his attacker.
The bullkin man blocked both with his club before taking another swing at Ferro. Even though the club missed, Ferro was caught flat-footed as a followup punch piled into his stomach, launching him to the left, right as Malzkael’s scream pierced through the cacophony of shouting men.
As Ferro slowly spun through the air, he tried to reach out, only for the tip of his claws to barely scrape the cliff as gravity seized him. He quickly pressed the wing button on his wrist, but instead of flying he merely slowed for a moment before falling once more.
His suit was out of mana. Drained from his continuous casting and his forgetting to take the time to refill it. He tried but realized that the ground was rushing up to meet him. He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to-
"Gotcha," Kiryu said as he appeared next to Ferro, grabbing him by the ankle before teleporting above the battle. From there he rotated Ferro until he was princess-carrying the catkin to the ground, just outside the battlefield.
A battlefield now littered with corpses, most of them around Anko and Malz, the latter pressing her back and wing against the rock with a look of absolute horror on her face as she hyperventilated.
The only living slavers were the ones that had stayed back to snipe, and they practically tumbled down the slope of the mountain in their efforts to get away and out of sight.