Damn!
Gurgle gurgle!
What shitty luck?
Black Magic Hand's face darkened, and he cursed under his breath. The first thing he did was spit out the knife in his mouth, but he only managed to take a deep breath before being pushed into the depths of the sea.
He had to dodge the falling debris frantically searching for a way out.
...
Two warships collided behind him, cutting off Black Magic Hand. Duge's perception quickly returned to normal. Rubbing his aching head, he paused for a moment—Black Magic Hand's tracking was based on line of sight, right?
But now wasn't the time to think about that. Duge knew that with the enemy's attributes, the two sunken ships could only delay him so much.
The priority was to quickly escape from his vicinity.
Otherwise.
Once that guy freed himself from the restraints and caught up again, Duge feared he'd still be on the receiving end of that knife.
