Shadow witch and Berserker. An unlikely match (2)

Swinging his axe, he cut open a sea hound's throat but got hit by a water breath from a bigger hound.

Grunting, Cristian fell to his knees, panting roughly. The hound saw this as an opportunity and rushed for the kill, only for him to grab it's jaws and snap it.

Grunting again, he placed his hands on the water, heaving from the sudden strike of weakness.

"Here!" He fell to the water with his back and grabbed the vial Catalina threw toward him. "It's not poison."

"Oh, I know. Killing me would be ending your life, oh, and if it's a slow type, then I'll make sure you join me."

Catalina turned to him, her eyes gleaming with rage while she gritted her teeth. 'Is he indirectly taking advantage?'

This was her first thought because, while he wasted time talking, she had cast a shield that protected both of them and it drained her mana.