Oberon's feet connected with the cheek of the giant magic beast that tried to kill him, following up with another kick to its face before landing on the ground.
"Are you okay, Oberon?"
Belle was bothered about her partner's well-being. Oberon stood up and narrowed his eyes at his enemy.
"It's tougher than the rest."
The magic beasts in the Mid Region were tougher, stronger and more vicious and nasty looking than the ones they saw in the Outer Region of the island.
"Belle!"
"Yes, Oberon."
Belle flew over Oberon and dropped a small sack into his hands. Oberon moved quickly, running up towards the varmint and leaping into the air. The beast growled at him and bared its sharp teeth with saliva drooling from its mouth.
Sticking his hand into the sack, he took some of the shiny particles that he used earlier on himself. Oberon sprinkled the dust in the air, aiming for the giant's face. The beast growled on and on and tried to disperse the dust with the waving of his arms.
