Yax was baffled. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to face this Slime. It gave him the same sense of helplessness as fighting one of those unkillable, indestructible mud monsters.
Putting aside the question of how a Slime could even use a sword, he saw it throw the blade it was standing on, which shot toward him like an arrow.
It was fast, but its trajectory seemed to be a straight line.
He confidently tilted his head, easily dodging the incoming Stone Sword. He even felt this Slime's Magic was nothing special—far easier to dodge than Princess Louisa's Arcane Missiles.
At that moment, however, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from his back.
"What?!" Yax whipped his head around, his sulfur-flaming eyes constricting abruptly.
He saw the Stone Sword—the one that had clearly already shot past him—curve through the air as if controlled by an invisible hand and swing back toward him.
