The iron projectile, the size of a fist, traced an arc and crashed into the reeds, sending a mass of mud and grass into the sky.
As the strong wind blew, Tasjin bent down again, fearing he might reveal himself from behind the grass.
Peering through the gap in the reeds, he lay flat on the wet ground, nestled behind a mound, squinting his eyes to observe the battlefield's situation.
After fleeing, Tasjin did not leave the battlefield but, along with a few companions, found a nearby place to lie in ambush.
Although he still didn't know which knight had ordered to block him, as long as it wasn't the Count, it was no big deal.
Even though just thinking about the scene made his heart palpitate inexplicably, it didn't stop him from staying there.
When the Wizard gets furious, everyone's legs are bound to go weak, but when you bump into Monks and Extraordinary Knights, things are hard to predict.
