Kevin shook off the impact, a trickle of blood escaped his lips as he tightened the grip on his sword. "Not bad," he muttered, slowly circling Lucas cautiously.
Lucas raised his bastard sword, raising it to Kevin's throat. "I hope you aren't going to cry for mommy after I kick your ass." He said with a dangerous smirk.
"Big words coming from a small man." Kevin muttered, his smile fading.
Almost immediately, he lunged forward with a brutal slash aimed at Lucas's torso. Lucas twisted just in time, his sword scraping against Kevin's with a harsh ring.
Lucas's arms waned, Kevin's attack was comparable to that of clashing with a thick layer of metal. His shoulders burned, it wasn't a harsh, sharp burn but a slow and constant burn that eviscerated his body.
But Lucas didn't show his pain, he kept up his dirty smile, his eyes gleaming dangerously.
Their impasse continued for minutes before Kevin jumped back.
Lucas flicked his shoulder ever so slightly, hiding the stinging pain, he knew he couldn't continue much longer.
His back throbbed relentlessly, as they circled each other once again.
Kevin eyed him carefully, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're hanging up better than I thought." He admitted honestly, his sword poised and ready, "But even you have limits."
Lucas laughed upon hearing his words, "Limits? The only limits that exist are one that I've placed on myself.
"You really shouldn't worry about me, your attacks are getting weaker. As a devout feminist, I refuse to say you hit like a girl but then again…. I'm not that much of a feminist. You hit like a girl."
Lucas said with a mischievous glint.
Kevin's smirk narrowed for a second, "I hit like a girl huh?" He muttered quietly to himself. Kevin lunged suddenly, catching Lucas in a surprise.
He feinted to the left before following with a diagonal strike aimed at Lucas's head.
Lucas barely twisted his body in time, feeling the sword's edge whistle past his ear, grazing his hair and sending a stinging shock down his neck. He stumbled slightly, his sweat pouring down as his blood dyed his body in a scarlet red.
'Fuck, why do I always piss people off so much that they want to murder me!' He yelled in his mind as he forced himself to regain balance, causing his previous gashes to haemorrhage more.
Kevin didn't give him a second to breathe. He pressed forward with a series of rapid strikes, forcing Lucas back.
Lucas blocked and parried as best he could, but his arms were trembling now, the steady burn in his shoulders growing into searing pain. One strike nicked his side, another cut his abdomen, drawing a small pool of blood.
'Jesus Christ, I just hope I don't come out of this fight like that superhero….what was her name? Lady caterpillar I think?'
Lucas tried to pivot, to find an opening but Kevin's attacks were relentless. With a sudden, sharp feint, Kevin forced Lucas to parry slightly longer.
Before Lucas could recover, Kevin's blade drove upward in a brutal thrust, which caught Lucas off-guard as he rammed into his chest with the hilt of his blade.
The impact knocked the air from his lungs and sent him sprawling backward. Lucas scrambled to rise, his sword gripped tightly in his hands.
But Kevin appeared in an instant, and placed his blade on Lucas's neck.
"Yield." He said playfully, his cold and unyielding eyes softening. Lucas froze, his chest heaved as sweat and blood fell down to the sandy ground.
Lucas's body burned with every breath. His shoulders ached as if they were carrying the weight of the world, his arms felt heavy and unresponsive and his legs quivered ceaselessly.
Lucas gnashed his teeth but remained quiet.
After a moment, he let out a long sigh, "I yield," he admitted, his voice hoarse and gravelly.
Kevin extended his hand. Lucas didn't hesitate; he grasped it and allowed Kevin to pull him upright. He straightened his clothes and dusted them harshly.
"You're good, I actually had to try a little." Kevin said with a happy smile. Lucas slowly shook his head, "You're overestimating me, I started getting burned out after that punch. If we continued normally, I'd tap out after ten minutes."
Kevin chuckled, he lowered his sword and stepped back, giving Lucas some space, "Fair."
Lucas sheathed his sword and headed to the exit, his eyes were dull and bleak as his hand clenched into a fist, 'My body's still too weak. I need to improve my rank as soon as possible.'
Just as Lucas reached the exit, a sharp, deafening voice rang out from behind him, "Yoo, what's your name by the way?!'
Lucas's lips quickly curled up into a grin, his eyes suddenly gleaming brightly, 'Time to aurafarm.'
Lucas stopped at the edge of the exit, as an awkward silence descended upon them, "Does it matter?" He said indifferently and nonchalantly before exiting the arena.
Kevin blinked, as Lucas's words settled over the arena. He tilted his head in confusion as he tried to make sense of his words, "It kind of does matter…..is he an idiot?"
"...."
"Let's go! It's time to get hella drunk, baby!" Lucas shouted, his smile widening as he picked up the hidden bottle with a nod.