章 192: Hues

Elero kicked a tired and beaten Frey one last time. He fell to the ground, gasping for air. She had stopped kicking his groin either from pity or regret, she didn't know which. Instead, she opted to go for his stomach. Frey slowly rose back to his feet, shuffled to the side of the stage, and hurled up some of his dinner. He turned back to her as he wiped some leftovers from his cheek. "I can keep going…You might not see an improvement yet, but I promise you that I'm starting to see what you mean." She glanced at his shield. Even though it had been subjected to the full force of her longsword for hours, it was still in one piece.