A freezing mist was about to leave the Growing Yeti's mouth, but that mouth was suddenly closed shut by an uppercut.
'That's right...'
The Abominable Snowman stared with hateful eyes as the Devourer jumped back and spread its wings.
'Do your best to kill me. And I'll...'
Wind Blast-
Instantly, both were pushed back by the air pressure released.
Mark's hands touched the snow.
With a back handspring that lacked both the elegance and skill showcased by Elisa many times already, his feet regained the ground.
'The Abominable Snowman. A Title, huh?'
The Monsters stared at one another.
'I'm guessing the Title would show more of an effect, were you a Yeti, and not a Growing Yeti...' Mark thought.
The smile on his face seemed to irritate the Abominable Snowman greatly, as if it could reach his thoughts.
'Oh...'
A Title you don't deserve-
'That must have something with it-'
