The giant lynx kept sweeping its claws at the horses, splattering buckets of blood whenever its attacks landed.
At this point, the rearmost horses had been separated from the rest of the group, which kept trotting away hastily, seemingly ignoring their friends' plight. This helped Drai a lot, though, as he didn't have to fully sprint to match the stragglers' rapidly diminishing pace.
'Hm?'
Squinting, Drai saw a shallow gash appeared on one of the horses' butt. However, he was quite sure the lynx's claw had completely missed its mark.
Drai kept watching, and soon, it happened again—though the lynx's claws only grazed a horse's leg, the wound was deep and bloody.
'Is that the lynx's ability? Interesting… That can definitely mess up my range management if I rely too much on my vision. I wonder if it's a wind blade or some other element or force—maybe even a physical augmentation.'