Felix ran after the escaping Hawk with a grim expression on his face. His clothes which left in tatters was slowly beginning to mend itself, and his bruises and injuries had begun to heal.
Hawk, who seemed to be completely indulged with escaping, suddenly made a roundabout spin in the air with his hands before continuing his dash into the distance.
Felix who noticed this, had a strong sense of foreboding as he earned a tight frown on his head- one that rendered him unable to laugh or cry. He simply raised his sword high and cleaved down, sending forward a massive gust of energy that blew away all the dust in the area to a certain direction.
Sensing the distortion around where he shot the dust to, Felix smirked coldly in his heart before making a sharp spin and throwing his sword towards the space like a spear.
