Damion stared at the behemoth the second-year student had become, and the danger he felt from him multiplied by several-fold.
Ida's smile widened, literally, his face stretching into a hideous grin that unnerved Damion. However, Damion didn't have the luxury of complaining as the next second, Ida's massive arm shot out, expanding as it tore through the air towards him.
The ground under Damion's feet dented slightly as his calves tensed and bulged. He kicked off it a second later, shooting back as fast as he could as the fist approached.
Damion's eyes widened in horror as the fist accelerated, but right before the fist hit, a figure appeared and pulled him to the side.
The fist skimmed past his body, tearing his shirt off and bruising his torso heavily. His body turned red immediately, and a few droplets of blood fell.
Damion's eyes fell on Matilda lying on the floor beside him, and his expression turned darker. Her wounds had worsened.
