Ignoring further protests, Dahr began scanning the battlefield.
With Lendra, who fought with an explosive style, now gone, he needed to fill the gap with a similar role.
If Lendra could move at a scale of 100, then Dahr, at best, could only reach a scale of 50.
Dahr lunged forward before the boar could react. Its massive hand nearly crushed him into the ground, but he swiftly retreated, planting the tip of his dagger into the creature's outer skin.
"Graakkh!"
The boar's other hand attempted to press him down from another angle.
Dahr leaped back but failed to anticipate its next move—another hand managed to grab and grip his body tightly.
'Damn it!'
Dahr struggled, coating his entire body with a fragile mana shield, thrashing and resisting.
But that only made the grip tighten, as if his body was about to be crushed.
"Haven't I told you not to be reckless?"
And suddenly, Dahr felt a wave of cold.