Rider of Red stepped forward. Holding his hero‐slaying spear in one hand, he closed the distance between himself and the vampire in an instant with his swift feet. He threw his spear at the same time as he leapt forward, and it closed in on the vampire with the speed of a bullet.

“No!”

The voice of restraint came from Archer of Black. But it was too late. The spear had already been brought to a halt.

“Wha…!?”

It was a sure‐kill spear that he had thrown fast enough to surpass the sound barrier. And yet the spear that should have been close to impossible to evade had been stopped by one of the vampire’s hands.

It was like grabbing a flying missile bare‐handed. Naturally, his hand’s flesh was torn to shreds, his nerves were snapped apart, and his bones were smashed loudly.

- Vol 2 Chapter 3