Capitalizing on the momentary weightlessness, Hila activated a hidden skill. Crimson energy pulsed from his hand, forming a tendril of pure demonic power
[Skill Activated: Blood Tendril]
He used it to slam into Gunta's back, sending the warrior crashing back down to the cobblestones with a pained grunt
"Ack!"
Hila landed gracefully on his feet, a cruel smile plastered on his face. He sauntered towards the downed Gunta, who struggled to rise, his armor dented and scratched from the barrage of blows.
"Seems even an A-Rank can be brought low, Perhaps you need to re-evaluate your training methods, weakling." Hila taunted, his voice dripping with a false sense of superiority.
Gunta glared up at Hila, a mixture of anger and disbelief burning in his eyes. He finally managed to pull himself upright, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword. However, before he could react further, a hush fell over the crowd.
