The bear roared in pain but countered with a swing that sent crystalline spines flying like deadly missiles. Several embedded in the tiger's flank, causing it to yowl in rage.
Arthur watched them fight for a few seconds, calculating.
Together, they'd yield good leveling up experience—especially if he could land the killing blows on both.
Rather than engaging directly, Arthur decided to summon.
He had barely used some of his growing collection of beasts, and he wanted all his summons to gain fighting experience. He didn't want them to be the weakest in their rank; he wanted them to be the strongest.
Activating his talent, twin portals of darkness tore open on either side of him. From the first emerged the Poisonous Painted Serpent, its scales a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors that shifted with every movement. Each pattern was a warning of its deadly toxicity. Its head bore a crown-like frill that expanded as it tasted the air, forked tongue flicking out aggressively.
