Minutes later, the pace of the fourth-grade beast confrontation had changed entirely from the beginning of the battle. Torne was no longer mentally harassing the fourt-stage beast, while Vicente had switched from offensive to defensive mode.
He and Torne were close to their limit, now having enough mana to fight for just over a minute. After a dozen attacks from the fourt-stage Hawk, Vicente had dents and cuts all over his armor and body, his own blood staining parts of his clothing.
His face was a bit pale, and his hair was sweaty. His breathing was ragged as he flew around on his sword, trying to dodge the swift attacks of the winged creature.
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