My Summons Are Mythical Beasts

Chapter 87 - 87: The Hare

The beast looked like a mix between a hare and a mole. It was pitch black in color but had blood-red eyes resembling rubies. Its two ears fluttered back and forth; they were massive and almost the size of its entire body. Two of them combined had almost covered the hare's entire body or back part, looking like a bug with a folded elytra or the hard wings that covered the soft underwings from beneath.

The size of the hare, though, was definitely not normal.

Even from afar, Lucas could estimate that it was almost two meters in length from its snout to its tail. The height could reach up to a meter, appearing quite massive even from afar; if the ears were stretched upward, though, it could probably reach at least three to four meters.

More than a hundred meters away, Lucas put his things in the ground and hid them in a safe place before heading toward the unaware hare.

Spot had already taken a spot to hide to ambush the hare in the most opportune time.

Like before, Lucas acted as bait so that they could have the element of surprise. This way, even if the hare turned out to be stronger than they expected, they would still be able to injure it first, gaining an advantage.

For others, such tactics might be seen as beneath them, or even cowardly. However, for Lucas, this was a lifeline he was not willing to let go.

Who needs valiance and honor if your life was on the line?

Now that his injuries had mostly started to heal, Lucas' movements were more fluid than before. His walk no longer appeared staggering; although not as steady during normal times, it was definitely better than before. On the other side, this also meant that he could now run back as fast as he could lest something like the case with the Sharp-Tusk Boar using a charge skill get repeated.

With that incident as the precedent, Lucas was even more careful with his approach this time around. This time, he even held one of the Sharp-Tusk Boar's tusks in his hand.

If something goes awry, he could use it to protect himself or even have a chance to fight back.

As for the Armadon Tonfa that he has been using before, Lucas kept it inside the bag for the time being, thinking that the sharp tusk was more suitable than the Armadon Tonfa that needs great strength to inflict huge damage to the enemy.

Walking slowly, Lucas gripped the tusk tightly with his right arm.

The thick part of the tusk was just the right fit to his huge hands, the only problem being its smoothness that hindered his grip. He had wrapped it with some torn clothes as the handle though, so that problem was at least solved for the time being.

Lucas' eyes never left the hare as he moved forward.

At this moment, the hare was also constantly moving, albeit at a slow pace, as it kept on sniffing the ground as if

Feeling the change in the air, Lucas stared in disbelief as the hare swooped toward him with its sharp claws extending forward.

His eyes constricted in fear, his mind rang with danger, while his heart palpitated like a galloping horse.

Time seemed to slow down in his perception; the sharp claws slashed toward his eyes straightforwardly.

Recovering his agitated mind, Lucas willed his body to move and evade the attack.

As time resumed in his perception, Lucas had already leaned backward in an awkward pose. The claws flash past above his eyes, narrowly avoiding the sharp claws that have intended to claw them out.

Like the sharp claws, the hare had also flashed past him due to its own momentum.

It flapped its ears wildly, trying to stop its body from continuing forward as it landed down on the ground. Even before it could settle, it had already jumped upward and twisted its body in mid-air to face Lucas once more.

As it prepared to flap its ears once more, though, a massive figure suddenly crashed toward it with great force.

Boom!

The hare was flung like a kite. Its body crashed toward a tree a few meters away. However, it has managed to flap its wings at the last second, minimizing the force of impact a great deal.

'Wha—What was that?'

Lucas thought in disbelief as his mind recalled the mind-blowing phenomena earlier.

His mind and heart were still in chaos as he rolled backward with the momentum of his backward lean before standing up.

He hurriedly turned toward the hare as he raised his arms along with the tusk in a defensive position.

As he stared forward, Lucas realized that his arms, no, his entire body, were shaking inexplicably.

He did not know what had happened, but his mind and heart seemed to have gone into an overdrive, forcing his body to shake, as if ready to face whatever was about to come.

Staring ahead, Lucas saw that the hare had already stood up and was now hissing toward Spot and him threateningly.

Seemed remained unconcerned with its taunts, but his eyes already showed bestial rage. Without waiting for the hare to recover, Spot had already dashed forward, and along with it was a roar that shook the surroundings.

As if realizing that the hare has terrible speed, Spot did not go for the kill directly and instead used Soft Bark to initiate the battle.

The tactic worked perfectly. Its ears twitched and trembled violently as it absorbed all the sound coming from the bestial roar produced by Spot using Soft Bark.

Even before Spot could reach it, Lucas saw that blood had already burst out of the ears of the hare; its ruby eyes lost focus for a few seconds, and when it came to the realization, Spot was already before it, delivering a sharp claw that intended to kill it in one blow.

However, the hare's ears suddenly flapped and covered its body from the strike.

The sound of something hard colliding with something hard resounded in the air.

Lucas stared at the scene of the hare's ears withstanding the sharp claws of Spot. This was the first time that it had happened after all. Even Spot was also surprised by the outcome.

The ears looked fluid and soft from its movements earlier; who would have thought that it could actually withstand Spot's attack head-on? From the area that Spot had attacked, only shallow white marks and slight bleeding could be seen.

The hare hissed in pain as it hopped away from the hateful Spot.

Before it could flap its ears and fly, Spot had already begun to chase after it.