At first, Stark had been able to keep up with Caylus.
He was getting badly neared, but he had managed to land a few blows of his own, even bruising his cheek at some point.
But now…
Stark felt like he would truly die.
When he had said, "Let's kick this up a notch," Stark never expected it to be by this much.
Caylus was fighting like a man possessed, his body a blur of motion as he darted from side to side, his movements difficult to predict.
Stark launched a wide blow, hoping it would give him time to regroup. But Caylus grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to himself.
Boom!
A nasty jab to the side of his face made Stark see stars for a moment, just before he pulled back and took a defensive stance.
Crack!
He felt his bones about to snap as he took a blow from Caylus, one that was far more intense than others thus far.
"Come on, don't tell me this is all you're worth?" the knight said, his voice slightly disappointed.
