"Capable?" Zich said. Despite how hard he tried to control himself, one could hear the growl in his tone, showing that he was extremely pissed.
"Yes, that attack was merely a probing strike. I wanted to see how capable your summons are."
'You...'
His face twitched slightly as he stared at the woman, and for a brief moment, he genuinely wondered whether failures eventually lost the ability to think properly after spending too many years in Layer One.
The longer he looked at her relaxed expression, the more irritated he became, because she was genuinely trying to pass off a direct attack on his neck as some harmless little test.
Slimy's barrier still carried visible cracks, and the slime itself had been pushed several meters away by the impact. If the summon had reacted a fraction slower, his head would already be rolling across the cavern floor.
'Capable....'
The excuse was so shameless that even Zich almost admired it.
