Rogue Dylan's hair stood on end!
It wasn't that he'd never seen Magic Missiles. On the contrary, he was very familiar with them.
But these missiles posed a greater threat than any he'd ever faced.
Too fast!!
His teammate Pierrot's Magic Missiles hadn't looked anything like these!
And how had he failed to notice a Spellcaster lurking among the enemy party, in addition to the female target and the male warrior? He'd been caught completely off guard.
His thoughts raced.
The glow of the Blessing Spell the Cleric had cast on him beforehand took effect.
With the Blessing Spell and his survival instinct driving him, he threw all his strength into kicking backward.
The last Magic Missile barely grazed his waist.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The three missiles exploded in the snow, sending flakes flying.
"That was close, me..."
Dylan rolled awkwardly across the snow twice. Just as he tried to steady himself, before he'd even caught his breath,
a surge of magic stirred beside him.
"Magic Missile!"
"Boom!"
A Magic Missile shot from the staff in Gauss's hand.
Dylan, who'd just rolled around in the snow, stared at it in terror.
Watching the Magic Missile hurtle toward his face, he knew he probably wouldn't have time to dodge.
His previous strength was spent, and he hadn't recovered yet. Half-kneeling in the snow, he couldn't get a good push-off.
All he could do was raise his arms, clad in leather bracers, to shield himself and curl his body up as much as possible.
"Boom!"
A missile slammed into his forearm.
A violent impact struck him head-on, as if he'd been hit by a battering ram.
"Crack! Crack!" The sharp snaps of breaking bones rang out. Both his forearms twisted and broke like brittle branches!
The next moment, the heavy force hurled