With the Evolver blocking his escape route, Moon cursed internally despite maintaining a perfectly calm expression outwardly. He couldn't show his nervousness, he would be devoured almost instantly, if he did.
Moon found himself in a life-threatening predicament that required every possible advantage to be deployed, and every weakness of the enemy to be exploited.
Awakeners were never meant to fight Evolvers, it was akin to a toddler fighting a teenager, it was simply bizarre.
"You're that kid from the S-rank gate, aren't you? Kek, why don't you show me the power of an S-rank awakener," the man chuckled with amusement before summoning his weapon.
A sharp, gleaming spear appeared in the Evolver's grip.
'He's a spearman,' Moon noted immediately, gauging the best engagement distances.
Moon leapt backward, creating significantly more space between himself and the Evolver.
