Bending Wind Cutter (Chapter 3)

"Wind Cutter."


"Tch."


Anticipating this, Bart swiftly pulled his free hand to guard his neck and heart.


He knew Wind Cutter was a potent spell, but it couldn’t inflict deep wounds.


‘It’s also limited to a linear trajectory, making its path predictable.’


His defense should only result in minor cuts at worst.


Confident, Bart aimed a blow at Oscar.


"..."


Slash!


But the Wind Cutter suddenly coiled like a snake, climbing Bart’s arm.


It reached his shoulder and slashed the back of his neck.


"Ack!"


Instinctively, Bart reached back to clutch the wound, leaving his throat exposed.


The Wind Cutter seized the opening, carving a crimson line across his neck.


"Gurgle, gurgle...!"


Blood spurted like a fountain as Bart staggered backward before collapsing.


He didn’t rise again.