''Let me check. '' As one of the men said and walked over to investigate, he realized that what he thought was a puddle of snow was actually made of fur, and that gray thing is a number written 1.
''It's a mob! '' The man yelled and jumped backward. But it was a little late. His shoulder was pierced by the snow rabbit's long, sharp horn as it shot through the snow like a rocket.
''Aghh... '' In pain from his injured arm, the man cried out. The horn would have pierced his chest rather than his arm if he had been a little slower in moving to avoid it.
''Wind Cleave. ''
The other man immediately shouted, raising the short wand in his hand, and the green wind disk flew from the tip of the wand and slammed into the rabbit stuck in the man's shoulder, knocking it off.
The injured man must have been affected by the skill's blow as well, because he fell backward and landed between Helen's breasts, which felt like a pillow.
