If they were on the same level, Enhancers had the edge in hand-to-hand combat, while Conjurers relied more on strange, hard-to-predict abilities.
But at that moment, Gelman and Evil Wolf were nowhere near the same level.
Evil Wolf was sent stumbling backward by Gelman's collision. Then both his hands and wrists began to burn, and flames suddenly erupted across his body!
"Ughhh—aaagh!"
The flames roared over him, bringing excruciating pain. Worse still, the moment Gelman let go, he charged in again without the slightest pause and drove a heavy punch into Evil Wolf's nose!
Evil Wolf went flying!
Gelman didn't even look to see what had happened to him. He swung his left leg backward, kicking Stinky Rat squarely in the lower abdomen as he tried to sneak up on him.
At that instant, Gelman's shoe sole transformed into a blunderbuss and went off with a bang!
Stinky Rat was flung away. It was hard to tell whether the kick had sent him flying or whether he'd been blasted away by that strange force. Either way, he hit the ground.
Despite the agony, Stinky Rat remained conscious for some reason, as though he couldn't feel the pain. Almost as soon as he landed, he flipped over and scrambled to his feet.
He charged at Gelman again, about to shout something to work up his courage, when he realized he couldn't make a sound. His whole body had grown cold, and his strength was rapidly draining away.
He stumbled and fell face-first. His hands touched something slick and sticky. Looking down, he saw a huge pool of blood.
But where was it coming from?
He followed the flow of blood and examined it closely. At first, he stared in a daze, unable to recognize what he was seeing. At last, he