The Mad Dog, Hunting Dog, and Faithful Dog Stare Each Other Down

Agatha closed the distance to Hubert, sliding the mop through her hands and thrusting it forward.

It was not the motion of someone simply relying on brute strength to swing a spear; she knew exactly when to put her strength into it.

Hubert kept Agatha at bay with ice arrows, then leaped backward.

At that moment, a knife flew in from right beside him. It was Isaac's throw. Having anticipated it, Hubert crouched on the spot and dodged the knife.

He would have preferred to use a defensive barrier, but with the magic-disrupting tool active, Hubert, like Monica, could not use magic. All he could use were the magical tools he had on hand.

(...So the knife was a decoy.)

Hubert rolled his eyes toward his immediate side.

Isaac was already closing in. He lashed out with a roundhouse kick from one long leg.

(No way I can dodge this, huh?)

Hubert raised his right arm to shield his head. Isaac's heavy kick made not only his arm but his shoulder creak ominously...