"SSR Summon: Familiar!" He invoked, casting his singular guaranteed summoning.
[Special Summoning Initiated.]
The problem laid in waiting for the process to finish–
"Heads up!"
–The taunt met his ear from the right, taking his attention there, only to be struck from the opposite direction. Before he could even flinch, he was thrown through a building, opening his eyes to the interior of a living room, occupied by seashell decorations and furniture.
He straightened himself out, coughing out as he looked at the hole left in the wall from his unwilling flight. As he gathered his bearings, the sound of glass shaking brought his gaze over to one of the chalky shelves.
A translucent vase trembled on its stand, along with the other display pieces. Listening in, the barrage of "pops" in the air matched the rhythm of the rumbling; the footsteps of the rabbit.
