The long beak of the beast opened up, and Theo saw a spray of fire come out of it.
With the sword on guard in front of him and the blade's blunt side facing the trajectory, Theo grinned in excitement.
'This is it, I haven't felt like this for so long!' he thought.
When the fire fell on the blade, Theo felt a pressure on his wrists and arms as if he was trying to push a wall away.
Even when his wrists, shoulders, and arms tightened up, his feet started to drag back, and then his whole body kept pushing backward.
Theo felt like the rogue flames of the trajectory were hitting his arms a little, but he just adjusted his fingers a little to be behind the blade and hilt.
The left hand that was touching the other blunt side of the blade already started feeling like it was getting a little too hot.
Theo's gaze was fixed on the fire trajectory and how the fire wasn't decreasing in output at all.
