The appearance of a monstrous beast didn't shake Kyle's vow; it only ignited the thrill of the hunt. He was here to be tested, and a true test meant pushing his own limits. No spells. Only the blade.
His excitement, however, made him no fool.
~BWOOOM!!~
A shockwave of displaced sand and concussive force erupted where he had been standing. The Sand-Wyrm, in a burst of surprising speed, had slammed its entire body onto his position, its open maw biting nothing but obsidian grit.
But Kyle was already gone, having moved the instant he saw the monster's armor plates tense. He stood twenty meters away, untouched, a faint smile on his face.
"Hmm, what a pity," Kyle sighed dramatically. "You're just too slow for me. He had already figured that the beast was merely Tier-4.
With a motion so fluid it was almost invisible, the Aurora Fang was in his hand, his stance already set.
