He shrugged.
No harm trying, I'll get hurt at most.
His Passive Regeneration would take care of that.
Eryndor approached the beast, who only looked at him with a dazed expression.
Jeez, can't you show some hostility? Hard to kill a beast which doesn't care.
He steeled his heart and went ahead with it though, punching it straight at its face while it watched with the same glassy eyes look.
At the final moment though, its head snapped sideways, dodging the punch.
It was able to demonstrate extreme reflexes while being high.
What now? Ultra instinct when high? Is this why they actually eat those plants and get high?
Before he could think any further, a punch headed his way, which Eryndor narrowly dodged.
I'll need defensive art for this.
Quickly, a red film appeared over his body, shimmering slightly.
It seemed that although its body language and eyes were completely lax, the beast was actually enraged.
