Chapter 56 Not an Ambush?
After several minutes, Nathan finally opened his eyes, as there were three people surrounding him. They had summoned their respective familiars.
Nathan could recognize one of them, considering that person was among the top. Meanwhile, the other two didn't have a lot of impact on his mind to even make him remember their names.
"Three people, huh?" Nathan muttered.
"You might be stronger than Landark, but we don't have a single familiar with a wolf bloodline. That suppression won't be able to work against us. And now we have outnumbered you."
Nathan's eyebrows twitched, not because he was afraid of getting surrounded, but because he was confused about why these three people cared for a chat before a battle instead of ambushing him right away.
"So?" Nathan sighed. He remembered them since they were in the Magic Department together.
"Hmph. Just accept your defeat and give those headbands if you don't want to feel any pain. We have been observing you, and we know what you're capable of. There is simply no chance for you to win."
Nathan let out a long sigh. "Instead of talking like this, you should have taken my head before I knew your location."
This was just a test from Nathan to know whether people preferred to ambush him or just surround him. These three seemed to be the latter, which probably reflected the behavior of the average students.
Suddenly, Nathan raised his hand, a small spherical Ena forming on the tip of his index finger. "When this bullet pierces through your head, does it matter anymore?"
"!!!" They were alarmed by Nathan's threat as John immediately ordered. "Attack him!"
"Go!" One of them waved his hand down, ordering the hobgoblin and the orc to attack Nathan.
The others did the same, but this person was Nathan's first target.
After all, this was none other than Nathan's trap.
A pair of bandages flew toward the two familiars' necks, circling them from behind.
"Guoh!" Both the hobgoblin and the orc were clutching their necks as the bandages pulled them back.
"What?" The guy widened his eyes in shock. He turned around and saw Anubis standing behind them this whole time. It turned out he had been hiding inside the bushes.
Both the half elf and his summoner wanted to change positions, but they were too late.
Nathan had shot him, the bullet piercing his head. With a cheeky grin, Nathan muttered, "Nice assist."
"You!" John waved his hand, sending the burst to Fenrir.
"Woof!" Fenrir let out a bark, which was not cute anymore. It produced a gale that neutralized the force coming at him.
The satyr took this chance to grab his dagger before swinging at Fenrir's neck.
Unfortunately for him, Fenrir had expected this and caught the dagger with its teeth.
The ogre wanted to help the satyr, but two bandages grasped his wrists.
"Raaa!" The ogre tried to overwhelm Anubis but to no avail. Seeing the satyr was about to die, the ogre threw its long blade at Fenrir.
Nathan had risen to his knees and hurriedly aimed for the blade, planning to knock it away with his bullet.
But he missed. The blade moved a little too fast and the rotation caused him to miss.
"You suck!" Fenrir clicked his tongue and turned around, slapping the blade with one paw.
The satyr thought with only one paw, Fenrir wouldn't be able to stop him anymore. However, Fenrir suddenly put more pressure through his strength enhancement.
"Gah!" The satyr felt like his stomach was getting pushed out of his body.
"Just lay down there!" Fenrir harrumphed.
John wanted to run away, but his feet refused to move. Even if he could, there was no way he could escape from Fenrir and Anubis.
John gritted his teeth before shouting, "How! How are you not injured? That blast should have a strength equivalent to a bull charge. Why do you look like you aren't feeling any pain at all?"
Yeah, it hurt. He only pretended it didn't. As for why he was able to come back up so easily was because Anubis had been using his ability to heal him.
However, Nathan simply shot John's head while saying with a smile, "There's no way I will tell you."