Up in the shattered remains of the stadium stands, Ethan stared in awe.
The entire time, he had maintained Partial Assimilation with Talon, his body light and responsive as he darted across broken flooring, avoiding falling debris and stray shockwaves from the clash below.
At one point, he had even grabbed the small and surprisingly light woman, throwing her over his shoulder mid-dash to evade a series of crimson projectiles coming their way.
"Put me down!" she had yelled, half-panicked, half-offended.
"Relax," Ethan shot back, leaping over a falling beam. "Unless you want to get killed."
She couldn't argue with that, though it did feel weird for Ethan to say that to an A Rank. Without mana or whatever she called the energy she wielded, she seemed helpless.
