"WHY?! HOW?!" Claudius shrilled desperately as he continued his relentless onslaught.
His opponent was clearly on the defensive.
However, their contrasting expressions were quite amusing: the one under attack wore a confident smile, while the aggressor appeared to be the one slowly sinking into despair.
The elitists could sympathize with Claudius, though, since his assault was fierce and unpredictable despite being one arm down.
Only, none of his attacks had ever struck his opponent squarely.
Moreover, despite using various skills to complement his violent and thunderous fighting style, it seemed that his opponent was still somehow managing to read his complex attack patterns, especially as time went by.
Now, only thirty seconds remained of his [Thunder's Warchief Lv.5 (Epic)]. He had to make something happen.
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