Felix watched this drama unfold infront of them with a mixture of disgust and excitement. But the excitement soon waned when he realised Kiro didn't intend to beat the living hell out of Isaac, just to assert some dominance by making idle threats.
"We're not going there." Seeing his face Kiro quickly shut off any hopes he had.
He wanted more than anything to do it, but if another enemy popped out of nowhere and they were a man down, that would entirely be his fault. He wasn't prepared to fail a second time as a leader, the wars showed him something against the general.
As they went on, more imps attempted to disrupt their teamwork and since Kiro couldn't sense them through vibrations, he wasn't all that interested. They were also weak, which meant he only needed to do the bare minimum.
Ever since his one eye went blind, using eyes to sense had been a bit strainuous. He figured he only needed to get used to it, before he could fully take advantage of it all. Though his other senses compensated if he focused hard enough.
He could hear their little feet scuttling about trying to avoid the mana arrows that were sent their way. Which made him glad they had more than one archer. Tried as they did to avoid them, they weren't fast enough, this was a field day for their archers.
Just then Kiro got an in-game call and it was Lyle, he snorted not intending to accept his call but accidentally accepted instead of rejecting it.
"Master! I'm at your base gate, please let me in." He exclaimed loudly and excitedly. Stay updated through m-v l|-novelhall.net
At his way of addressing Kiro, everyone there turned to look at him. Those who knew were having a laugh, those who didn't gave him judgemental looks. He waved their critical expressions.
"Know, I told you not to call me that. In any case we aren't there."
"You're in a dungeon aren't you? Without me?" He pretended to cry, but the hurt wasn't pretence.
He still wanted to learn more from Kiro, he thought that he'd consider him when he went to such things of slaying monsters.
"Lyle, you're a vice guild master, act like one." He whispered through gritted teeth.
The two archers retreated to their highest points they could reach. Saanvi went with Kiro, while Nikolai and Felix took on another one.
The closer they got, the more the ground seemed unstable to stand on. Suddenly, geysers shot up from the ground, forcing them to dance between them, avoiding getting hit.
Ishaan instinctive put his shield up. The back line didn't hesitate, as they rained down arrows, albeit giving the titans little to no damage. They soon realised that, their normal arrows would do little to help them. But mana arrows weren't something to be used rapidly, so they mixed the attacks.
Isla suddenly transformed into a beautiful spirit. She called upon them to help her out a little, though this place was almost devoid of them and they were mostly just fire spirits.
And these weren't really her favourites. The way they made her feel extremely dry after she let them intertwine with her body was a sensation she was sure she'd never get used to.
Though she lost half of her height her strength doubled, making her normal arrows very dangerous. They could inflict the right amount of damage now.
Kiro smiled slightly, "That's my girl." He whispered to himself. As he avoided the geyser but barely since he was distracted by what was happening behind them.
Ursa didn't want to be beaten, not this time, so she quickly transformed. She was only a centimetre shorter than Isla but that seemed to make all the difference in the world.
She didn't take the game that seriously, not like Isla did, so she was naturally on the weaker side. This was when she began to take offence, not that she blamed anyone but herself. Before she knew it, she was in a rivalry with Isla Silva. A girl she once despised because Isaac was obsessed with her.
The back line was faring better than the front one. Because of the geysers they had troubles getting closer as close quarter combatants. Kiro used his air steps to get a better look at what they were and possibly inflict as much damage.
He got there with much difficulty, horror greeted him though as they didn't have anything. Just necks, just necks and giant bodies. They didn't take too kindly at him peeking, so a chunk of ice started raining from the clouds.
While he was busy dodging those, a hand came out of nowhere and swatted him to the ground. He hit it faster than he could use whirlwind to break his fall.
"That was embarrassing!" He complained, eyes widened when he realised the vibrations he felt were for something else entirely.