‘So that Warwraith is actually some kind of hidden boss himself…fascinating.’
To be honest, there were a wide variety of rare abilities one could be born with. For example, those who were anointed with an original sin like Mo Na, or being born with an elemental affinity like Elena, Eugenia or Numila; they were all gifted individuals in their clans. However, while there might have been a wide variety of abilities to inherit, those who did were far and few between.
During the time when I was talking to Sinmosa, No.3 and Big 4 started duking it out with that Demon Fire Salamander.
For the most part, they approached this fight intelligently, choosing not to fight it head on but instead choosing to make use of their natural advantage of flight to harass the salamander. After all, just because their target was riddled with wounds didn’t mean it was a pushover. At the end of the day, it was a Six-stars.
The two of them took turns to hold the attention of the Demon Fire Salamander. While one attacked, the other would distract the salamander without even needing any sort of communication between them. Initially, this tactic worked spectacularly and the salamander was left scrambling about to try and cope their tactics. Even worse for it was the fact that the both of them concentrated their attacks on its injured limb. If it even lost focus for a single second, it would be instantly met with a couple of lethal attacks from the front and back.
Because its left front leg was injured, it had a limited range of movement available to it. Adding on the fact that No.3 and Big 4 were able to fly circles around it with their superior mobility, all the injured salamander could do was feebly launch ranged attacks at them.
Naturally, for a salamander at its level, it had more than just physical attacks in its repertoire. It had a ranged attack of its own as well, but it wasn’t magical in nature. Instead, this ability had more to do with the scope of its innate abilities.
Dive after dive, the two devils would take potshots at the helpless salamander who could only spit out pillars of fire at them, to not much avail. Because of that, we had the impression that those pillars were the only ranged attack it had in its arsenal…who would’ve thought this was exactly what it was aiming for…in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if it had even more attacks after the showing that it was about to put up.
Just as Big 4 completed another dive, confidence brimming as he soared into the air, he was suddenly onset by countless flame arrows that gathered together into a huge, blinding bunch of flames which soon exploded and engulfed him…
‘Sh**, don’t tell me he’s done for…’ Not only was I concerned, so were Mo Na, Sinmosa and Sasasni…
Yet even our most optimist predictions couldn’t be any further from the truth. With Big 4 as its core, the flames started rapidly fizzling out until only Big 4 was left floating in the air as before, not only uninjured but looking even more radiant than before.
‘Don’t tell me he ate those flames…if that’s the case, I would have to thank that salamander then.’
“I guess flames really can’t harm a Flame Devil, in fact, they feed the devil energy instead…but still…did the salamanders always possess such a long ranged attack?”
“I’ve never encountered such a case before.” Sinmosa answered immediately, without any hesitation whatsoever. “Perhaps that’s its own unique ability. After all, for a salamander to survive for so long under the onslaught of those Warhorses, it had to have something special in its arsenal.”
“Mhm. That sneak attack was really well executed, if Big 4 hadn’t evolved into a Infant Flame Devil, he would have probably died then. Even a Flame Demon Childe’s fire resistance isn’t even to cope with a conflagration of that magnitude.”
Once we discovered that its ranged attacks weren’t going to harm them but instead help them, No.3 and Big 4 immediately dropped their wary stance. Clearly, with all of its ranged attacks ineffective, that salamander probably wasn’t going to try and launch anymore ranged attacks at them. In all likelihood, this battle was going to be decided with a melee. While No.3 and Big 4 knew some fire attacks as well, that salamander had its own fire resistance so they couldn’t deal it any effective damage either.
Once again targeting its crippled limb, No.3 and Big 4 split up once more, each taking up a flank as they cycled through their attacks, one from the left and the other from the right.
No.3 dove in, winds rushing around him as he delivered a resounding swipe at the crippled front left limb. Seeing that, the salamander immediately turned its sight onto the offending devil and counterattacked. On the other hand, while the salamander was distracted, Big 4 took the opportunity to sneak a swift punch and kick to its soft underbelly.
Naturally, the salamander was able to sense his approach but it simply didn’t have to ability to react because of its injuries. Trying to cover its belly and limb at the same time, the salamander nearly collapsed onto the ground thanks to its awkward positioning. By the time it was able to stabilize itself and raise its head once more, it was met with the taunting gazes of No.3 and Big 4…
With the way the two of them pestered the salamander, I wouldn’t be surprised if it just got annoyed to death at this point.
My eyes were completely glued to the fight right now. It was then that Sinmosa coldly muttered: “Weak…”
“What’s weak?”
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