Owen stared intently at the Vampire Bat, his gaze frigid. If that bat dared to lay a hand on Rowan with intent to kill, Owen would immediately transform and ensure he never stepped out of the Lost Forest again, burying his corpse to serve as fertilizer.
Paland's face no longer held the relaxed, teasing expression from before; this person was truly insane, trading his life to attack. He began to feel an invisible pressure from the man becoming heavier and heavier.
Beastmen were accustomed to fighting in beast form, relying on muscle strength and instinct, but not to the extent of being completely suppressed by someone in human form like this. He smelled a strange scent, pungent and piercing, rushing up his nose, making him dizzy and his limbs start to go numb.
