"Do I need to place a signboard wherever I am that says, I hate disturbances?" Max said with a mixture of anger and disgust in his tone. His hand was quick to regenerate and the beast slayer retracted into his new hand since his arm was still very much covered in its black vines.
He turned around only for his gaze to meet someone whom he wasn't pleased to see. The person who had attacked him by cutting off his hand in a flash was hovering in the air behind him. He was dressed in silver armour with silver wings also sprouting from his back and in his hands was a weapon that resembled a catapult but a much more scientifically made and even larger one. His gaze fell upon Max like the way a cat would when it spotted a mouse.
' Stupid core guardians. They can be so unreasonable,' Max thought as he scrunched up his face in a frown.
"Hey, angel! F*ck off! Can't you see I'm doing something here?" Max asked, swinging his sword about.
