Lance Strength 4

I knew Dawn’s Ballad wouldn’t be able to cut through a near-S rank mana beast, especially in the condition it was in. Putting away my sword, I took a step toward the giant metallic, six-limbed bear.

That single step carried me just below one of its razor-sharp claws as the beast struck down. Grabbing ahold of one of its claws that were as thick as my forearm, I shifted my weight and imbued mana at the very last minute.

The result: a 6,000-pound beast was tossed in the air and sent slamming into the ground by a mere teen.

The ground shattered from the impact and the beast—as feral as it was—let out a deep wail in pain.

“Holy crap,” a soldier that had been fighting the beast exclaimed. His giant war hammer was dented and its shaft slightly bent from multiple collisions against the midnight grizzly’s armored pelt.

I wanted to end it quickly but the beast recovered faster than I had expected it to. The grizzly rolled back up to its feet and immediately lashed out with its four clawed arms.

‘Arthur, do you need help?’ Sylvie’s voice sounded in my head.

No. Keep looking out for Durden or my dad. This won’t take much longer.

I swayed, sidestepped, and pivoted, cleanly dodging the barrage of claws that created divots in the dirt around me.