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How powerful could a shield slime really be?
CRACKKKK!
A line of dirt crackled across the arena floor like it had been hit by a massive earthquake.
“I’ll hit you eventually,” snickered Samuel, rushing after her once more.
Sakura made sure to keep her distance from the man.
The power of the shield slime used offensively was much stronger than she had expected. It was pretty impressive.
Sakura needed to keep dodging his attacks, until she found an opening she could exploit against Samuel.
SLICE!
As Sakura had been trying to dodge the attacks a new one had hit her, piercing her in the stomach.
She looked down and saw a red hole leaking through her jacket, more than that she saw a thin sliver of the shield slime had punctured her.
The pointed sliver of the shield slime pulled out and returned to Samuel’s fists.
“That’s another fascinating thing about shield slimes, especially combined with my cellular manipulation trait,” mused Samuel. “I can get them to stretch and harden into knives right at a crucial artery.”
Sakura clutched her wound, pain taking over her entire body.
“Without medical attention,” Samuel grinned. “You’ll die in a matter of minutes.”
101
A cloud of smoke erupted between the skyscrapers, emanating from the bottom ground level where the werewolf and dragon had fallen in a powerful smash.
Battles across the city continued even if the most epic of them had temporarily paused.
“Are they dead?” asked Casey, scratching her head.
It had been a pretty intense fall, thought Max. Such a descent and crash landing would probably do a serious amount of damage to either one, but was it enough to kill them both? Maybe. Had that been the climber president’s plan all along?
ROARRRR!
The sounds of a tail whipping back and forth, smashing parked cars in its wake, echoed from down below.
“Uh oh,” said Casey. “Sounds like the dragon is still alive. What about the climber president?”
If the climber president was already dead that would be the worst-case scenario. He was the only other A-ranked climber in the city. He was the only one who had a true chance at taking out Samuel Archer, the city’s other powerful A-ranker.
GROWLLLLL!!!
Casey turned to him. “Dragons don’t growl, do they? Snarl? Roar? But growl? That’s more of a wolfish thing, no?”
Bursting forth from the clouds of smoke was the dragon and the climber president clinging on its back with his werewolf claws.
“There they go,” Max shouted.
Falling however many stories high would clearly not be enough to kill a dragon or a climber president turned werewolf.
The dragon flapped its wings, zooming upward into the swirl of stormy clouds.
The dragon flew higher and then did a loop in the air.
“It’s trying to throw the president off,” shouted Casey.