Julian charged him, his sword becoming a whirlwind of blades, unpredictable and razor-sharp movements. He managed to slice the skin of Kroger's forearm, to graze his cheek.
But it was like attacking a hurricane. Kroger took the hits, pushed through, and his fist sank into Julian's stomach. The young man doubled over, all the air expelled from his lungs, before collapsing, vomiting, unable to get back up.
"Kuh !! *Cough*, Fuck! *Cough*"
Kaiser was alone. His
"Two A- ranks and one B+, and they can't compete with a rank S? The difference is way too big."
"And the A- rank warrior," Kroger said while wiping the blood from his cheek. "Show me what you've got."
