Teng! Teng! Teng!
Sparks fluttered about as Blood Drinker collided with the sharp metallic scales of purplish sharp scales. Whittaker left hand supported the back of the handle while his right hand supported the middle area of the sword surface that faced his face. Furthermore, his body was bend, such that his upper body was horizontal to the ground. This was the perfect stance otherwise, his fingers and face would have been chopped into pieces by the scale of the magical beast.
On the other hand, the Frost spellbook released an icy flicker and shot a Frost bolt to the side. After the Frost Bolt reached some distance away, Whittaker shouted Frost elemental shift and switched places with the Frost Bolt. The amethyst silhouette of a beast instantly fell to the ground and let out a hiss, tongue waging about in a threatening manner, as it focused its gaze on the large surrounding, trying to locate its meal.
