Ragnar's eyes widened. He saw the attack coming. His body moved instinctively to evade, but he found himself moving slowly. The difference in their stats became visible at that moment.
Zane's sharp claws swept past him.
It was over in a flash. Ragnar felt a sharp, burning pain across his stomach. The force of the blow was immense. His feet skidded on the ground as he was pushed back. He stumbled, his hand immediately flying to his stomach. His fingers touched something wet and warm.
He looked down and saw his hand covered in crimson. The claws had ripped through his clothes and left a deep, fatal gash.
A loud, mocking laugh escaped Zane's lips. "Hehehe." The sound was distorted, more beast than human. He took a single step forward, his glowing red eyes fixed on Ragnar's face.
"So slow," Zane's voice was a low growl. "You talked so much, yet you couldn't even evade a simple strike."
