Noctis's sword instantly arrived at the puppet's throat when he felt a warm feeling on his back.
'Shit, how did I forget about such a simple thing?' Cursing at himself, Noctis tried to jump aside, but he was a second late when several small light beams shot past him; one of them pierced his thigh, and another punctured his stomach.
Looking behind as he backed away for a few meters, just as he had thought, there was a shimmering white magic circle that was slowly fading away.
Experiencing paralysis of a lower rank spell doesn't render someone completely defenseless; despite the lightning disrupting their mana flow, they can still cast spells.
Noctis grimaced, clutching his stomach, channeling his mana to stem the bleeding temporarily. He once again dashed forward, his speed decreasing due to his thigh getting injured.
The puppet stayed paralyzed, struggling to break free as faint golden light filled the air, swirling as it condensed into a magic circle.
