Winters' hands were sweating, and the sight of the massive, one-ton creature charging straight at him would make anyone fearful.
He gauged the distance. When the iron giant on its warhorse rushed within fifty meters, he took a deep breath.
In just the time it takes to breathe, the pitch-black warhorse closed in another ten-plus meters.
Now!
Winters entered his spellcasting state. He gripped the lance in reverse, took a short run-up, and poured all his magic into the lance before hurling it directly at the steel giant.
[Arrow Flying Spell]!
As soon as the lance left his hand, Winters rolled to the left on the spot.
A thrown spear? The Hurd champion sneered in his heart.
Though a javelin was powerful, it was slower than an arrow and its trajectory was clear. It shouldn't be hard to dodge.
But this javelin was far from ordinary; it was too fast, faster than any human could throw, and the Hurd champion didn't even have time to react.
