Snow watched his twin wander into supposedly familiar territory. He followed, already beginning to facepalm. But, the rush of fighting something out of his league always gave him an adrenaline rush.
If it wasn’t the adrenaline rush, it had to be something else– Snow was pumped, ready for action, and the moment he entered the towering beast’s range, nothing kept him from letting loose. As a monk, it was pure instinct to unleash a series of punches from any possible direction– but the real kicker… was that he had only been directing these impacts to the Adamantoise’s foot. How embarrassing, right?