"Ugh... Fuck you guys..."
Raye groaned with a frown on his face as he rested his back on the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the ground. His chest rose and fell quickly. Sweat rolled down his cheek, dripping from his chin. He was exhausted.
Lycus and Devin were standing in front of him, smiling like idiots, like they had just won something big. Their shoulders heaved from the spar, but they were still standing straight, weapons lowered at their sides.
They already finished their training match, and Raye got defeated first because the two kept going after him together.
It was unfair. Completely unfair.
But—
That was exactly why he lost.
They didn't use any skills. They didn't use any artifacts. No flashy magic, no tricks. They only fought with their techniques and weapons, relying purely on fundamentals and instinct.
