Bear Pounce Attack!
Bear Capture Hug!
Bears...
"Mr. Gapar, why are you just watching!"
Roger was being chased around the hall by a Lune Bear, his clothes torn to shreds by bear claws, narrowly escaping fatal attacks several times.
He was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat; when he looked back, he saw the other three were watching the spectacle as if at a play.
Hiss—
He drew a sharp breath, his anger just beginning to surge before he suppressed it. Stay calm, stay calm, these people were not ones he could afford to provoke.
But wasn't it heartless of them not to come and help?
"Seth instructed us to give the lad some thorough training," Turci said with schadenfreude: "It's no wonder Seth is angry with this kid focusing on monsters instead of writing his paper every day."
Roger was covered with an invisible magic shield, which Turci had applied to him when he first encountered the Lune Bear.
