Injured? That was a term that wasn’t even in Slade’s vocabulary. When he dedicated himself to a fight there were two options he took. One was coming out on top while the other was being unconscious. Anything else that happened didn’t matter to him, but he appreciated his Guild Mate’s concern.
The metal plating snapped onto the Fire Dragon’s wound, but still there was still blood lying on his arm. He wanted to wipe it away until he suddenly remembered something. Or rather he felt as if he was forgetting something.
Why do I have a funny feeling all of a sudden…?
Right as he was in the middle of his thoughts, he finally figured out what was troubling him. His last spell wasn’t finished; he still had orbs glowing in the sky. That’s when he had a sneaky idea and decided to re-position his spheres. One after another while his Guild Mate attacked, Slade carefully placed them closer to the targets.
“Wait we’re forgetting the other guy!” one of them finally noticed the Fire Dragon Slayer and aimed his gun towards the Mage.
“Sadly,” Slade said with a smirk, “You’re too late.”
Once he’d finished speaking, his orbs began to grow until everyone else noticed it. They remembered what happened the last time they exploded and decided to get out of there while they still could. A few seconds after the bandits noticed the spheres, the assault began yet again. Another explosion erupted from the sniper’s camp and then something occurred to Slade.
“...Wait a second,” he muttered, “I FORGOT ELIOT WAS OVER THERE.”