C1270 The Four Forces

"You're not trying to win me over, Tika!" After being stabbed by the lightning ball, Blythe had dug a hole the size of a fingernail in the back of his head. Wyss stopped his body from leaning forward slightly. He flicked his right hand away from Blythe's spear that was following him like a shadow. He caught the perfect opportunity and turned around to give Tika, who was thousands of meters away