He stared straight at Jameson, covering his left hand with his right—
Beneath it, Peach was baring its teeth like a guard dog that had been provoked, lips pulled back to reveal two rows of gleaming, razor-sharp fangs, letting out a low, hissing growl.
Albert: "…"
He didn't know whether to feel touched or worried.
Jameson's gaze dropped. His cold, inorganic eyes settled on Albert's palm.
"Heh. Looks like you and it are pretty close."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Jameson reverted to the form of a Bloodscythe Ant. He swung the massive mandibles in front of his mouth—each of them weighing several pounds—and lunged straight at Albert's hands with ferocious force.
Crack!
Summoning every ounce of strength he had, Albert twisted sharply to the side, narrowly avoiding the vicious strike.
At the same time—
"Peach!"
Seizing the opening, Albert released his left hand.
