Leon's overly calm attitude had caused the Lizardman to start to doubt the value of the hostage he held in his hands.
But, before he could do anything, the frail Bleia moved first.
With just a few twists, her fair and slippery naked body was freed from Lizardman's control. Bleia then dodged nimbly, suddenly appearing behind the Lizardman. Leon could see that the Lizardman's arms were hanging limply by his sides, and he seemed to have lost the ability to defend itself.
Blood was oozing out from the joints of the Lizardman, dying his dark green scales red. It seemed that Bleia had cut his muscle tendons using her sharp nails.
Any ordinary human, when getting wounds like these, wouldn't be able to fight, however, Lizardmen were different. They had a strong vitality and excellent resistance, so, to them, it was simply a minor injury. After all, although the Lizardman couldn't move his limbs, he still had a mouth full of sharp fangs.
