*Ptah**Ptah**Ptah*
Midas began running at the Beast again, and the Mastiff also ran at Midas, this time the snarl on its face having long disappeared, replaced by a sombre aggression that told Midas that he must now be a real threat in the mind of the Beast.
Their next clash was even more ferocious than the previous one and this time, maybe because they had gotten somewhat used to how their Energy bodies behave in this kind of fight, they managed to slide backwards only a bit, before once again dashing at each other like crazed animals.
And in that clash, Midas felt it again. Battling in this form was so… different. And yet, it was also so technically challenging. It was as if his Energy was shifting and contorting to heal him anytime he clashed with the Beast.
