A massive body does not mean being inflexible.
Those who saw what Lann displayed just now should have no doubts about this.
The huge black cloak would occasionally reveal glimpses of the person inside as it billowed through the air.
Sturdy, upright, and even aesthetically pleasing.
And such a robust and tall body was nothing like the clumsy oafs one might imagine.
As Lann swept through the air, his cloak was caught by the gusts, billowing and snapping, almost like the thunderous crack of lightning!
"Whoosh!"
Sketch himself didn't even have the chance to retreat more than two steps.
His pointed boots had just 'thudded' back twice into the muddy ground when that massive dark shadow almost reached him.
The man in the sealskin hat, with a crossbow arrow horizontally stuck in his neck, hadn't even had a chance to collapse from blood loss.
Soon after, his skull was gripped firmly in a large hand.
