Chapitre 63: Wings IV

It was a perfect swing, there was no motion that could have shown an opening. Isaac had done a perfect sneak attack with the strongest weapon in his arsenal and it stopped as it touched Onyx's neck.

"An unawakened Magical Weapon? Are you looking down on me? I thought you were a warrior with a mind. But you are just another fool, thinking so highly of himself." Onyx did not care to move Durandal from his neck.

The thick mane covering his vitals. He placed his hand on Isaac's chest, "Down, boy."

BAM!

A single punch sent Isaac flying backwards, crashing into the ground, smashing and bouncing like a doll.

Kuhak!

Liters of blood poured from Isaac's mouth, his body already wrenching from the pain of a single punch.

On the ground he writhed in pain.

Onyx, leaving behind his axe, walked with even stride past Isaac to the Spires.

It hurts! It hurt so much he could barely breathe.