Seeing Lydia run off into the distance, Arvell focused his attention on the Python.
He'd already spent a somewhat sizeable amount of time giving Lydia her 'pep' talk.
If he stalled for any longer, Titus might be in trouble.
At least that's what he thought…
Surprisingly, reality, on the other hand, had something else entirely in store for him.
'Is he… riding it?'
Titus appeared to be sitting on top of the beast's head as he repeatedly pummeled it with his right hand.
The Python shook from the impacts, but it didn't look like it was taking much damage.
In fact, it was treating Titus as more of an annoying flea than anything else.
Even so…
For a 13-year-old kid who hasn't even been admitted to an academy to hold off a 2nd rank beast…
That was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
'It doesn't look like he can stay up there for too long.'
Arvell surveyed their surroundings, looking for anything he could use to fight the beast.
