As Mr. Fool spoke, a sly smile curled up on his face. Dipull glared up at him, feeling confused, annoyed, and angry. Mr. Fool suddenly dashed towards the two so fast they couldn't react, a knife-like weapon bound to his hand as he slashed at Bob's chest, sending him backwards into the snow. Mr. Fool moved his hand towards Dipull, and the symbol on Dipull's hand shifted, forming the Transit state. As the ability was used, Dipull's body turned into fog, disappearing slowly.
"Hm...so it seems you have no control over it yet."
Mr. Fool grabbed the fog, stopping it from moving as if he already knew everything about the symbol's abilities. Dipull's body reformed, with Mr. Fool holding him up by his throat.
"It seems it has already ended this fast. What a shame, I thought you both were much stronger, but I guess I set my standards too high. Goodbye, Mr. Dipull."
Mr. Fool moved his knife-like weapon towards Dipull's hand, but it was suddenly blocked by an armored tail... Bob?
"Hm?"
Mr. Fool's gaze shifted to the side as he saw Bob standing there. He was not impressed, but slightly surprised.
"Interesting."
As Mr. Fool turned his head away from Bob and slashed towards Dipull's arm... huh? Where is he? Dipull was behind him, the symbol switched to its original state, and Dipull's hand was wrapped by the fog. Snow? Why is snow blocking my vision? Mr. Fool had blocked Dipull's vision as he swung his weapon at Dipull. But Bob stopped Mr. Fool again, only for the shadowy figure to step in, grab Bob, and launch him into the air. The figure grabbed him again mid-air and threw him down, then slashed Bob repeatedly until he hit the ground, lying there in his own blood. Dipull looked back, glaring at Bob. His hands tightened, and his face turned different. Mr. Fool's lips curled into a sly smirk as he said,
"Shall we start?"
As Mr. Fool raised his weapon, Dipull was unsure how to win but realized he might not need to.
"Start."
Mr. Fool slashed his weapon at Dipull, who moved in time. Mr. Fool kept swinging from side to side, but as Dipull was thinking, Mr. Fool changed his approach. Dipull pulled back but got hit from below.
"Ah!"
Dipull was bleeding from a wound on his chin. Mr. Fool didn't stop and swung again from above. Dipull dodged, and an idea came to his mind: maybe he could time it!
"Hey, Mr. Fool, I don't think you can land another attack on me. If you do, I give up."
Mr. Fool raised an eyebrow but nodded, amused. He swung again, but this time he grabbed and threw Dipull to the ground, slashing downwards. Dipull dodged just in time. In that short moment, Mr. Fool swung again, but Dipull timed it and *smack!* hit Mr. Fool in the face with the fog. Dipull ran straight to Bob, picked him up, and ran off. Mr. Fool glared up at the sky, a sly smile curling up on his face.
"So he did have some control over it. Interesting how he used it. I guess I have failed my Lord this time, but only this time. It was fun... Mr. Dipull."
As Mr. Fool sighed, Dipull was running through everything, not caring about anything else. He needed to find help for Bob, who was bleeding. As Dipull ran, he stopped because, in front of him, behind the trees, came a man with a mountainous build, brown hair, and a brownish beard. The man wore a whitish sheepskin cloak and a woolen hat, dragging a bleeding human body, leaving a trail behind. He then glared at Dipull with Bob on his back.
"What are you doing here?"