"I'll kill you!!!"
Lexton roared at the top of his lungs.
His eyes burned with fury as he swung his massive hammer again—faster and harder than before.
The weapon howled through the air.
Yes, the blow was stronger than anything he had thrown earlier.
And yes, the speed had increased.
But power alone did not make a strike deadly.
The attack was clumsy.
He swung the hammer simply because it was in his hand—pouring raw strength into it without understanding the flow of the weapon, the balance of the body, or the timing of a proper technique. There was weight, but no control. Rage, but no precision.
Against an untrained fighter, it might have been overwhelming.
Against Alice—
It was nothing more than noise.
"Lady!"
Her attendant's voice rang out from behind.
"Do not worry."
BOOM!
The hammer smashed into the ground where she had been standing only a moment earlier, sending dirt and fragments of stone exploding outward.
