Onigi was launched off his feet, gritting his teeth as his body tumbled through the air.
But before he could fully crash, he lunged forward, twisting midair at the last second.
His boots skidded across the frozen ground, absorbing most of the impact.
He slid back a few meters before coming to a halt, one knee bent, hand pressing into the ice to steady himself.
He exhaled sharply, his breath visible in the frigid air.
That was close.
Lifting his head, he finally took a proper look at his attacker.
A massive, skeletal undead, its hollow eyes burning with eerie light.
Onigi's frown deepened.
He had been so focused on fighting Dorion that he hadn't realized what was happening around him.
His sharp eyes scanned the battlefield.
Alex and his clone were still locked in combat with the Grim.
Freya and Ezekiel fought alongside them, their weapons flashing as they struck down lesser undead.
The battle was raging on.
His chest heaved, his body shaking from exhaustion.
