Racing against the red gnoll, Catherine almost looked like a child in front of a sturdy adult. However, it was not Catherine who was nervous, but the red gnoll.
Shriek! Shriek!
Even in the midst of the commotion, that strange sound passed by the red gnoll's ears. The red gnoll quickly turned around and waved its hands.
Catherine, running with her back to the light of the torch, was already at the bottom, and even with the red gnoll's extraordinary visual acuity, it could not see all of her movements.
The wind passed by the red gnoll's hand as it threw itself to the left.
Sometimes it felt hot, like it had been burned, and sometimes it felt cold, like it had touched ice. The index finger was cut off cleanly and flew away.
Clap!
The sharp sword, curved like a snake, followed Catherine's movements and rose high to the top again.
Catherine quickly chased after the red gnoll retreating to the side.
