William didn't remain in his human form for long; he shifted into his fox form, his fur shimmering with a dangerous, ethereal light. He flashed right and left, weaving through the gaps in their coordination.
As he moved, he began stacking spiritual energy and kinetic force on his tails, his signature technique glowing with increasing intensity.
His enemies were heading straight for him, desperate to end the nuisance, yet he didn't engage them in a direct confrontation.
He played a game of cat and mouse, moving around the periphery of the plaza, hitting other lesser enemies with quick, stinging techniques while all the while storing up massive amounts of concentrated attacks on his tails.
"Stop, you impeccable bastard!" After half an hour of this frustrating dance, one of the enemies grew tired of chasing William around without landing a single hit. "Just accept your fate and die like the insect you are!"
"I'd say the same for you as well."
