The heavy stone axe—if that thing could truly be called an axe—howled through the air, and each swing brought with it terrifying wind pressure. The over two-meter-tall giant wielded such a weapon as if it were as light as a feather. Under the oppression of absolute power, even someone as strong as Saber could not contend in a mere brawl.
And the man in the red windbreaker, who had been instantly killed in the first strike, knew he couldn't gain an advantage in direct combat, so he turned his attention to the silver-haired little girl. Compared to confronting that monster, it seemed much easier to kill the relatively fragile magician.
