"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Woodworth, unable to even adjust his stance, was forced to keep retreating without a chance to counterattack. He was infuriated beyond measure, yet helpless, continuing to endure Reiger's assaults.
Reiger's attacks never managed to break through Woodworth's defenses or cause him any harm, but the situation, where he couldn't even fight back and was merely being pummeled, was utterly humiliating for Woodworth, who prided himself as the strongest warrior of the Fairy Country.
And when the person doing the beating was neither those contemptible Elf Knights nor the despised Lancelot, but a man comparable to livestock, the humiliation felt even more profound.
"I am Woodworth! The chieftain of the Tusk Clan! The heir of the Grand Duke's title...!"
"How can I not compete with a mere human?"
"How can I...!?"
With his rage boiling over, Woodworth couldn't help but roar out loud.
"Get away from me!"
