Satou's mana was at 10%. His regeneration had slowed to a crawl. Wounds that should have closed in seconds were taking minutes. His berserker mode was still active, but even enhanced pain tolerance couldn't completely mask the agony of fighting with a body that was rapidly approaching its limits.
The Reaper, reading Satou's condition through his adapted battle sense, pressed the advantage. His attacks became more aggressive, more relentless. He wasn't giving Satou any time to recover, any moment to catch his breath.
A sword strike opened Satou's shoulder. A kick cracked three ribs. A palm strike, enhanced with divine energy, nearly stopped his heart.
Each wound healed, but slower. The drain on his mana accelerating with each injury.
5% mana remaining.
Satou knew he was approaching the end. One or two more exchanges, and he'd be completely dry. When that happened, his regeneration would stop entirely, and The Reaper would kill him.
