The beast lunged in, its open maw dripping with saliva at the thought of its free al.
Logan imdiately perford six consecutive backflips, putting distance between him and the feral tiger-looking monstrosity.
The beast’s open maw snapped shut at Logan’s previous position, It appeared stunned for a mont.
Almost disappointed that the sweet tallic taste of blood and flesh it oh so desired did not fill its mouth.
It turned to Logan, fury raging behind its feline eyes, its’ black stripes took on a red glow that made the air waver due to the imnse heat radiated.
It lunged again at Logan who this ti was prepared with a couple of Death Arrows, he jumped from his position as the arrows flew to intercept the beast.
The arrows landed on the creature and broke, releasing a black gas that had no effect, The beast flew through the gas unfazed and swiped its claws at Logan.
Four bright orange claw marks left the paw and flew to Logan, who responded by releasing the second spell he had been casting.
Dark Shield
The claw marks hit the dark mbranous shield, incinerating it in an instant before colliding with Logan’s chest.
The claw mark cut his skin, the wound imdiately closing up due to the heat they contained.
Logan gritted his teeth, his breath seizing and focus wavering as the imnse pain attached to the attack pulsated through his body.
The spell he had been casting vanished as his casting was interrupted and the beast didn’t waste the opportunity.
It lunged in again, the red hot stripes increasing in thermal intensity, the front paws of the tiger-like beast struck Logan’s chest and sent him flying across the room and colliding with one of the walls.
A warm liquid filled Logan’s mouth causing him to cough, Logan wiped the edges of his mouth and took note of the red fluid that covered them.
"Blood, I mustn’t have fully recovered from the fight I had at my earlier reunion" Logan joked before pushing himself against the wall to stand properly.
The beast stood still, watching Logan get up, It didn’t attack yet, wanting a challenge from its prey that would whet its appetite.
Logan could almost guess what was on the beast’s mind, "I can’t believe I’m losing this badly to an E-rank beast. Co you fat cat, let’s dance!!" Logan yelled at the beast just as he began casting another spell.
Wisps of darkness gathered in front of Logan slowly forming an uneven sphere of darkness that released a threatening aura.
The beast tried to charge in to interrupt Logan’s casting but it was too late.
The sphere shot outwards with an audible bang reaching the beast in re instances, The sphere pierced the body of the beast, escaping from the other side but alas, it was still alive, very much so, but that was well within Logan’s expectations.
The beast’s charge ceased as it yelped in pain, the mont of its distraction coinciding with Logan’s decisive action.
He ran towards the beast, the latter taking note of the forr lunged in his direction, ignoring its pain and incessant bleeding, with its maw wide open.
Logan placed his right leg ahead of his body, planted it firmly into the ground and kicked off with a flip that sent him missing the attack of the beast by a hair’s breadth and landing on the back of the beast.
The beast started thrashing around like a bull on steroids, not liking its prey being on its body, outside its reach.
Logan, despite the bumpy ride, cast his spell with relative ease and as his spell ca into completion, his mana core beca empty.
Wisps of darkness wrapped around Logan’s hands forming a dark mbrane.
Decaying Touch
Logan stabbed his fingers into the holes left by his attack, expanding the wound as a consequence.
The raging beast saw a reduction in its vitality and energy with ti but the opposite was for Logan, the ’Decaying Touch’ spell was a spell that was quite infamous for its effect of draining the vitality of the enemy and giving it to the caster, and in extre cases, led to death.
Logan felt a massive waterfall of energy course its way through him, his mana core refilled itself in a near instant and his light bruises even healed.
Logan not wasting the chance jumped off the beast that was starting to stagger, he ford signs with his hands as he muttered in a language unheard, Darkness gathered forming another uneven sphere that radiated a tyrannical aura yet Logan didn’t stop.
Another sphere slowly appeared from condensing darkness, making two Dark Shots, then another appeared and another until a total of five hovered in front of Logan.
The beast didn’t move throughout the casting, not because it couldn’t but because it was afraid of drawing the ire of the mighty being in front of it, but noticing the five dark spheres, it knew its survival depended on whether it could kill the prey in front of it.
The beast lunged for the last ti, bloodlust oozing from its figure, and Logan did the sa, his hazel eyes shining with killing intent.
The five dark spheres shot off together with a resounding boom, midway through their flight, they fused until they ford a dark sphere the size of a volley ball, the spell collided with the creature.
"Darkness Magic; Dark Cannonball" Logan muttered as the corrosive substance the attack was made of exploded in all directions.
The dense corrosive gas filled the room, cutting off all illumination except for the soft glow emitted by the runes on the wall.
The gas attempted to destroy everything that was in its path and Logan’s clothes weren’t an exception.
"My spell cannot harm but the sa doesn’t apply to my clothes. I need to get enchanted items if possible" Logan sighed as he inspected his clothes through the glow provided by the runes.
The gas slowly dissipated to reveal the dead body of the beast, Logan took a step forward only for his body to give out.
Cracks ran across his skin, his body beca bony and his eyes sunk in, he had pushed himself beyond his limits, he had cast six E rank spells while being an F rank mage!
And that wasn’t taking into consideration the fight he had earlier in the day, "At least the beast is dead" Logan sighed in relief as black dots slowly appeared in his vision.
He looked at the body of the beast with his bloodshot eyes, the pale looking fur, a massive hole in its head, the contact point, the grey wisps of energy surrounding it.
’Wait! GREY WISPS OF ENERGY??!!’ Logan scread in his mind as the energy slowly increased in quantity.
The faint droplets of its blood that survived the spell flew to the body, its injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, its pale fur slowly gained color and vibrance then ca the worst part.
The beast’s legs twitched before it stood up and released a powerful roar quickly followed by a wave of energy leaving its body.
Logan felt the energy and what he felt filled him with unparalleled dread, ’A D-rank beast!!’,
And then the beast started its attack.
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