Restlessness often accompanies anxiety.
After Mist Howl changed its attack method twice but found itself unable to shake off Brand—this human seemed to know its thoughts and would always appear on the path it intended to attack the Tree Elf—finally, it couldn't hold back and lunged, jaws agape with sharp white teeth, directly on Queniel on the Rock Bridge.
This was the twentieth second.
But Brand, of course, wouldn't let it go. He raised the Earth Sword, with two clangs, the Earth Sword intersected twice with Mist Howl's fangs, producing an ear-piercing metallic clash.
The massive force pressed Brand into retreating repeatedly, the responsive feeling in his hands as if they would immediately break away from his body and fly off, and even when the second sword blocked the big dog's fangs, he saw the Earth Sword almost bend ninety degrees backwards.
Whoa, this strength is absurd!
