For more than half a month, Samlet had been coming to him under the guise of asking for advice, when all he really did was complain in his ear. No wonder Lokasky had a bellyful of anger.
He couldn't take it out on Samlet. If he accidentally set him off, none of them would get out alive.
And now, just when he had no idea where to vent it, Felsher Doug came knocking.
Several more punches landed, leaving two dark bruises on Felsher Doug's handsome old face.
"You brat, you're really going all out? Disturbance Ban!"
The instant Felsher Doug spoke, Magic Runes appeared out of thin air. Thick vines, each as wide as a barrel, shot forth and wrapped Lokasky up tight.
Lokasky's cultivation stood above Felsher Doug's, but faced with absolute forbidden magic, a brute of a Warrior like him could only take it head-on.
While Lokasky was bound, Fisher Doge flew up and landed two solid punches.
But he failed to break Lokasky's skin and hurt his own old bones instead.
"Ow! That hurt like hell!"
Anyone watching would have been dumbstruck. The sight of Felsher Doug clutching his hand and hopping about in pain was absurd.
Crack, crack, crack. Once the spell had taken full effect, Lokasky strained against his bonds. The vines snapped apart inch by inch, then dissolved back into wood-element Magic Energy and returned to the world.
Lokasky stepped in front of Felsher Doug. Looking at the bruises he had left on the old man's face, he couldn't bring himself to strike again.
"Damn it, what's gotten into you today, old man? That lunatic Samlet is already more than I can handle, and now you're at it too. Aren't you afraid I'll beat your old bones to death?"
At Lokasky's complaint, Felsher Doug