[Shadow Claw]
Dark claws formed around his left arm, extending outward like sharp talons. He slashed sideways, aiming for Aziz's torso.
Aziz stepped back half a step and blocked with the flat of his blade.
Crack!
The shadow claws shattered on impact. Aziz countered instantly.
Slash!
Amon felt burning pain rip across his chest. His clothes tore, and blood spilled out as he staggered backward.
"Gah—!"
He barely managed to stay on his feet.
Aziz tilted his head slightly. "You really are good at using your skills," he said calmly. "It's really bad that you are too weak."
Amon coughed, blood dripping onto the ground.
'Like I don't know that…'
He clenched his jaw and forced mana into his legs again. He dashed forward, swinging his sword wildly now, no longer able to keep proper form.
Clang! Clang!
Aziz blocked every strike with ease.
Then.
Kick!
