Mikhail ran forward as he reeled his spear back, his spear shaking from the intense undulation of the Water Aether within it.
In a matter of seconds, Mikhail shot over the pool of green irritant and arrived at his target.
With a passionate war cry, Mikhail thrust his spear downward into the wooden ground of the islet. And with a loud roar, Sharyl swung his head around before throwing it forward in the direction of the other islet.
BOOOOOOOM!
A gigantic, piercing water jet tore through the island in front of Mikhail, and the recoil immediately threw him backwards. The piercing power of it had been so incredibly high that it directly blasted a hole from one side of the islet to the other.
SCCRRRR!
The soles of Mikhail's black leather boots scraped harshly against the wooden floor as he rapidly gathered his bearings.
