Agnar ran through the forest with his eyes closed, not wanting to look back at Yuwaku and the others. Even with how deep the snow was, he never slipped once. Alcott and Arad had trained him well, and he was already a talented kid.
But then, he suddenly opened his eyes. Something felt off. The sound of his footsteps in the snow had shifted slightly, the cold air on his cheek became warmer, and the smell of the forest had changed.
While Alcott's gut sense was mostly based on instincts because he was a human, Agnar had lived a fair time as a Black Jaguar, as an animal. His understanding of his senses far surpassed any human, and he could tell what changed and why.
His arm moved on its own, drawing his sword and putting it right in front of his chest, deflecting a flash of fire that was aimed at his heart.
As Agnar got blasted back, he hit a tree and stopped, feeling his back almost snapping in half.
"My back!" He cried, coughing blood as his spine jolted in pain.
