That's why...I can't fall here, Fedrin thought.
Attempting to reach up to his reddened throat to caress it, he stopped himself--feeling the unmistakable chill of the inhuman bandit directly behind him.
As he had sensed, Kikomori rose from the ground once more, throwing his hand this time directly towards the elf's face with malicious intent lacing his claws.
There's one, glaring weakness to your innate ability, Kikomori. Though you can become intangible, you must become tangible to be able to touch me! He thought.
Showcasing a swiftness unexpected from someone with a body as injured as his, Fedrin sidestepped from the reach of Kikomori's melting grasp, pressing his palm against the chest of the lanky, malicious foe.
"Wasser: Bind!"
