An Extra’s POV

~WHOOSH!~

The vertical strike was smooth and straightforward.

It was bound to slice through his opponent from head to toe; shattering his skull and rending every organ he had inside.

It would be like a hot knife running through butter!

The attack descended.

Then—

~CLANG!~

As soon as the blood sword reached the Dragon's head, a loud noise filled the room.

… Almost as if the blade had hit an unbreakable wall.

Phobio took a few steps back in recoil as his brain tried to process the whole thing.

'H-huh…? What just happe—?!'

Before he could complete his line of thoughts, the blade that he now held in his trembling hand shattered before his very eyes and scattered about like glass.

'What?!'

The glass-like components of the blade turned into blood and soon returned to the orb that hovered beside Phobio.

As long as he was still alive, and there was still blood, it would gather around him.

That was a Special Privilege of his Class.

However, Phobio wasn't concerned about any benefits or Class at the moment.

Only one thing filled his mind.

'How did this guy… shatter my blade.

The blade was made of concentrated blood—the kind that had the combined fluid of hundreds of people.

'I don't see any armor or Skill being used. Is he just that durable?'

Dragons were famed to be the strongest in H'Trae, so it was a given that they would have tough skins.

why Phobio went for

wasn't

slowly began to

turn." He suddenly heard a voice from the Dragon in

him to his

~WHOOM!~

'thing' closed the distance between them in a flash, sending his hand flying

so he covered his face

and the approaching fist would

However…

~BOOOM!~

Class

up of blood now manifested before him, defending him from the fiend that would have

"Guh!"

attack was enough to cause Phobio to stagger a few steps back as his widened eyes watched as his shield broke apart

voice echoed past the crumbling blood as he rushed

gotta evade!' The young man ducked to his side, barely avoiding the

his actively nimble body to avoid the slew of attacks he

black hair danced as he

only so much luck a man could

~WHOOSH!~

a new position, almost as if he

happened there was no

~BOOOM!~

shooting him signals of instant pain

cracked as Phobio's body dug a hole in

of his lips as he helplessly

bloody mess on his chest also

now…? Why I said

the Dragon's voice echoed in Phobio's ears, he could feel

rising from

on

"You dare hit me…?!"

the blood that had been gathered

"YOU DARE?!"

the sphere touched Phobio, the crimson

something massive, with Phobio in

forming had too much

place is too cramped. Let's take this outside." The Dragon

say a single word, the being flew high into the ceiling,

"WAIT! COME BACK HERE!"