Just as the Titan Bull hesitated—caught between rage and the very real fear of getting its nose smashed again—Dopey crawled out of the rubble.
Still not a scratch on him.
The Titan Bull's mouth actually twitched.
Ethan saw that, and decided to press the advantage while the bull's nerves were exposed.
"Dopey," Ethan said, voice calm as if they were discussing a training drill, "if the big guy still wants to fight, go straight for the nose. Looks like that's the weak spot."
Then he rummaged in his spatial storage ring and pulled out a club made from some special material.
"Here. Use this," Ethan said, shoving it into Dopey's hands. "Smash it—hard."
Dopey had always been the "bare fists solve everything" type before.
But this time was different. The Titan Bull was too strong. If they wanted to threaten it for real, Dopey needed a weapon.
The Titan Bull's pupils flared.
This human… could he be any more shameless?
But shameless or not, it worked.
