Akri was just stumbling back.
But Neil gave him no time, it was always better to catch the opponent off guard and keep spamming until they made a mistake.
CLANG
WHOOSH
Akri tried his best to reflect the barrage of blades with his knuckle dusters, but more and more cuts began to appear over his body.
'Damnit, he is not giving me a chance to stabilize!!' Akri jumped back, trying to activate his skill, only to get stabbed in his thigh by both blades.
Neil held the blades upside down and lunged forward, plunging them into his flesh before pulling hard, leaving his right leg unusable.
'Looks like in terms of pure physical stats I am actually higher than him! So the mythic class could beat classless of the next origin, not bad.'
Neil thought, attacking Akri relentlessly, not giving him even a moment to breathe.
