52: Active Skill

The ground below her feet caved inside, as she zoomed in a malicious fit of rage. Creed pupils dilated when he saw her appearing in front of him like a lightning bolt.

"Argh, shit!"

Creed mumbled in frustration as he clutched his bow ,"I did not think this through…."

~SCRRREEEEAAACHH

The armored angel arched her back. She opened her mouth and let out a screech before throwing a mortifying punch at Creed. A shockwave boomed in the area and Creed was sent flying in the opposite direction.

~BOOOMM

His body shot like a missile, as he skidded and rolled on the ground like a wildly unbalanced spinning top. Being the only hunter with no armor, taking on that unexpected punch right on his chest didn't go well for Creed. All his muscles spasmed from pain and agony. His lung almost came inside his mouth.

Although his Grieving Ebony Hunting bow somehow protected him from the full force of the punch, the impact still reached all the way to the depth of his spine. His arms and head violently bu