A cold chuckle came from Dean Thistle's lips.
"… Maybe I should take back my words. I thought you were intelligent, but it's clear that you haven't even properly assessed the situation."
Theron's response was to unsheathe his blades.
"Enlighten me."
SHIIING.
General Pennel suddenly moved, but it was too late. A twisting line of sharp wooden thorns suddenly rose out from the ground, ripping through the Alpha's belly and right up and out of Theron's jaw through the top of his head.
Everyone's eyes widened in shock.
It wasn't due to Theron's death, but instead his survival.
An afterimage rippled away and a burst of Water Mana crumbled. Then, Theron appeared right next to it, having barely moved three feet or so to the side.
"Seems you missed," Theron said calmly.
The Dean's aura turned malevolent, rippling vines of dark branches swinging around him.
