Moments later, the Silver Rabbit "swooshed" towards him again, and Richard quickly swiped with his scalpel, stabbing at the creature's neck.
The blade sliced through its fur, and Richard felt a sticky resistance, as if cutting into an incredibly viscous glue.
Is this... Wind Magic?
Richard's eyes flashed with understanding; he began to grasp the direction of the Silver Rabbit's demonization.
As the creature clawed at him, Richard was reluctant to have his face scratched again; he gripped his scalpel and with a backhanded block, he parried the Silver Rabbit's paw, and to his surprise, sparks flew in the night light.
Its limbs have been enhanced, too—hardness and durability. That must be Transformation Magic.
Richard thought, his movements not slowing a bit. After blocking the Silver Rabbit's attack, he slightly altered the angle of his scalpel, stabbing at the Silver Rabbit's eyes.
